Here’s Some Honesty for Ya’

As high minded as some of my entries are, they’re honest. You can call me a romantic. You can call me sensitive. And also, you call me honest.

So here’s some honesty. Travel can be HARD, and…

I’m frustrated as &%$@. What a wild ride today was. My Spanish is less than poquito, and NO ONE here in Jujuy speaks English, no one at the hostel, not even at the tourist agency. Now, I’m not trying to be a spoiled American, expecting when I leave my country that everyone should know English, damn it. But you have to admit, when you’re in a city known for tourism, and not even one of the tourist agency people speaks English, well, that’s funky. I’m doing my best to speak as much Spanish as I can, but I just don’t know any yet. I’m trying, but failing miserably to the frustration and condescension of the Argentineans. Yes, I’ve been getting talked down to by several Argentineans, like a little baby. Let me just say that I’ll never say anything like, “Well, they came here, they should speak English!” No no, not me. Never. No way.

I feel like I want to have a tantrum. I just kept reminding myself to take a deep breath and not lose my patience and be tolerant and be, well better than my small self. But the small self, wow, does it ever want to come out and take over sometimes, especially when the other person starts to become frustrated and upset first and throw that frustration around or talk down to me with that condescending smirk on their face.

So yes, even though things are beautiful and amazing, travel is HARD. Never forget it.