Deciding to live in Argentina is kind of like deciding to skydive everyday, only slightly more death defying

MESSAGE: I started this blog post, got distracted and never finished it. So I posted it as is.

Dear reader, I apologize for the large gap between now and my last report. Blog writing takes time, and time is not something I have. When I do, I sleep(defying death tires you out).

So, back to the skydiving similie. For an American, I find that the daily life differences down south tend to be slightly life threatening. Somehow both stop signs and stoplights were dropped from the Argentine culture. Which I honestly don´t see as a negative, because traffic flows much smoother, at a slightly slower pace than American traffic. The only problem for me is that there is some inherent knowledge of who has the right of way (I think they are born with it) which makes my morning bike ride to school slightly treacherous. And yes, I do actually ride my bike to school, and the lack of traffic regulations combined with my perceived threat of hypothermia, every successful arrival at school is a mini celebration. I think what I have to develop is the confidence of plunging into an intersection with an "I know you won´t hit me" attitude like the Argentine bicyclists. As of right now my attitude is more like "I´m hesitating with my eyes closed because I really don´t want to die." Its not working for me. And honestly I rarely feel safer in a car because nobody uses seatbelts.

Now to the danger of the food here. I´m going to die from eating so much dulce de leche. There are these cookies called alfajores that are going to be the end of me.