Wine vs. Gato: a trip to civility

Jenn and I decided to spend our evening pretending to be real people.

At 6 pm we arrived at a sketchy black door somewhere in Buenos Aires. The intercom asked our names, and we were escorted by a tall stranger up a flight of stairs to the cutest dining room ever.

5 glasses of wine later, accompanied by the most delicious tapas that ever walked the planet, we reflected that we managed to make it through an entire evening sitting at a table with real adults without making fools of ourselves.

Full, happy, and a little tipsy, we are currently celebrating out jaunt with reality by drinking boxed wine out of fancy glasses. For those of you who think the blog URL is just "where's the cat", you should know that gato is the "fanciest" Chilean wine that comes in a box.

Taylor def prefers gato.

Jenn has thoughts about having feelings

First I think our story requires a little background. This blog is starting to feel like when you strike up a conversation with someone at a bar, have a few laughs and a good conversation and then realize an hour in that you don't know their name. 

Or whatever social people do. 

So since September 2012, Jeannie and I have worked as health volunteers in Peru for the US Peace Corps. She served a small town in the mountains while I worked in a larger community in the northern desert. It was super rewarding blah blah blah. 

Now we've decided we're over it and recently closed our service and started our glorious South American adventures. 

Now onto Jenn's thoughts about having feelings:

I wish I had feelings about the end of this magical era in my life but I feel absolutely nothing. I think it's probably because none of it seems real at this point. It feels like a vacation. 

But I'm not going back to my site or my host family or my students. And yet no matter how many times I tell myself that I don't believe it. I guess the feelings will come later, I'll keep you posted. 

Until then we're chillin in a fancy ass hotel with a view.