Let’s cut to the chase—I’m not a night person by ANY means. In fact, I am quite opposite by all definitions of the word:
- Sleeping in to me is 9:00am, at the LATEST.
2. I’ll set my alarm for 6:00am ON A WEEKEND.
3. I ALWAYS wake up before my alarm—hitting the snooze button is a foreign concept to me, as I often end up turning off my alarm before it even has a chance to sound.
4. On a good day, I’m in bed by 8:30pm.
5. I love the calm, gray hours of the morning, where I am alone with my thoughts in the peace and quiet of the dewy dawn.
(This one’s actually of Paris!) http://images.travelpod.com/tw_slides/ta00/9bd/68a/a-gray-morning-view-of-paris-benin.jp
6. I’d rather see a sunrise than a sunset.
7. I love the sound of birds that you can only hear at 5am.
8. I love the vacancy of the streets at the crack of dawn, when everyone is still deep in their slumber and I can wander around at my leisure.
9. My motto truly is, “early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise”.
10. It’s so much easier to fit in a morning workout—plus I have more energy and motivation to do so. And need I mention tranquil, dewy, morning runs? THE BEST.
This is what I live for!!
To put my feelings at night time into perspective, think about how you (a night owl, presumably) feel when you have to wake up early for something. Groggy, right? All you want to do is stay under those warm, cozy covers? That’s exactly how I feel around 11pm, midnight or later. My eyes are drooping, my body feels weighed into the ground and my thoughts drift. I’m tired and I want to go to bed!!
As you may already know, Argentina is a nation of night owls.
It’s unthinkable to even begin going out to the boliches before 2:00am, the same hour the bars in the U.S. are doing final call. Dinner isn’t eaten until 10pm (much like Spain), and people are arriving home from their evenings out around 6-7am the next day…the same time I am stretching my arms up to the sun and greeting the dawn.
You see my dilemma here?
Moreover, I’m not really about the night life in general (although I’ll participate now and then so hang out with friends), and this is for a couple of reasons:
- I don’t like spending my hard-earned money on cover charges, booze or late night taxi rides home. It’s SO expensive!! I’d much rather buy myself a cute new outfit, or exciting new travel experiences. So what? Sue me.
- As we already discussed, by night time, I AM TIRED. The last thing I want to do is suit up and go out into the dark to dance with strangers, which brings me to–
- Dancing with strangers—um, am I the only one who finds this weird? If I don’t know you, stay away from me and DON’T touch me. With friends, sure, I’ll love to dance…otherwise, keep your distance. K thanks.
- Uncomfortable clothing—I’m ready to call it a day and wear some comfy pajamas and chill out when I’m suddenly asked to don some heels, a skirt and a blouse that’s probably too tight or made of unpleasant material to venture out into the cold for a few hours. No thanks. Not to mention, having to REAPPLY my make-up which I will be too tired to remove when I finally get home. (Let’s be real here.)
NO. PLEASE. NO.
- Standing in line and waiting to get into a place—I’m not patient, and I don’t want to wait outside…in the dark…in the cold…to get into a hot, smelly loud place with a bunch of sweaty strangers. Ew.
- The NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!—I hate bars for this reason. How can you enjoy a conversation with your friends if you have to scream the entire time and ruin your vocal cords and ears!? You’re forced to listen to terrible, booming music and shout over anyone to be heard. Ugh.
This is me in a bar. http://www.embracingthespectrum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/noisenoisenoise-400×400.pn
- Crowds—I don’t like being in a huge crowd of people, my personal bubble being invaded by hundreds of people and not being able to move—not to mention the sweat. I shudder just thinking about it.
Perhaps my perceptions are skewed, but this is what comes to mind when I think of night life. Maybe these are just my U.S. experiences and in Argentina it will be completely different.
All of this aside, I am willing to temporarily ignore my inherent disposition for the sake of culture, at least once…or twice…who knows, maybe more than that! I know that Argentinians run by their own clock and that’s what makes them such a beautiful, unique culture. I’ll do whatever it takes, like down a strong cup of espresso (or two) before heading out for hours on end. I’d be missing out on such an immense part of their culture if I didn’t participate!! I’m open to this tradition despite my character because of my admiration for this country (and my friends who live there!). So strap on your boots, girls—this bird is venturing into the night.