Mendoza: When do you outgrow hostels?

When traveling to Mendoza, our first instinct was to book a hostel because it’s what we know. The thought of paying more for a hotel didn’t even cross our minds, because college students are tough for money and you just book a hostel. You’re supposed to ignore the co-ed rooms, loud noise, pressure to socialize in multiple languages with everyone around you and dirty atmosphere.

Saturday after our winery tour, we stayed at Campo Base - a hostel in the same network of hostels on hostelworld.com that we used two years ago in Argentina. We had three girls in a six-man room, and many of the hostel residents spoke English. There were a lot of Australians and people from the UK visiting, and they were all heading out to bars. After a long night on a bus and long day at the wineries, all we wanted was a nap.

We arrived to our unmade bunk beds, and the hostel employees had to go grab sheets and blankets. No soap in the bathrooms, no towels and an overall moist feeling in the room. The other inhabitants were leaving the door open, the lights on and getting ready to go to the bars. Right as I fell asleep, the girl on the top bunk of my bunk bed tapped me to introduce herself. Why were we dealing with this?

Around 5 a.m., a stranger drunkenly stumbled into our room and thought Elizabeth was one of his friends. That was our point of no return. She complained downstairs, he wouldn’t own up to the situation and we could no longer tolerate the hostel. I looked up the prices for nearby hotels, which were $170/night -- not necessarily better than the $14/night we were paying at the hostel. Alicia, Elizabeth’s Canadian friend and co-intern, found a website called booking.com that books hotel rooms, similar to what Travelocity does for flights.

For just $15 more, she found a hotel a mile away that we booked for the next night. It might not have been in the “centro” / downtown area of town, but it was our own room. We’d have silence, our own beds, a locked room, a bathroom and a clean shower. It’s crazy to think that we would not have prioritized these in the first place. We arrived at the hotel and the staff was incredibly nice. Our room not only had clean beds and a bathroom, but we had our own kitchen! We enjoyed the rest of our Sunday with no crazy worries, and our stress levels diminished.  

The moral of the story: if you don’t want to be invaded by strangers, sleep in an unlocked room with loud music & lights on, and be bugged by international people all evening - you’re too old for a hostel. It’s time to take the financial risk and just book a hotel. 

Changes in Argentina

Saturday was the first evening I slept in a bed in three days. We arrived to Mendoza around 9 a.m. on Saturday morning, so I spent one night on a plane and the other on a bus. Entering Mendoza through the “Terminal de Omnibus,” or “Union Station,” felt like dejavu since I had done the same thing two years earlier, coming from Buenos Aires instead. It was absolutely amazing to be back in Argentina again, even if it wasn’t the same city where I studied, to get a taste of how things are going. Here’s what I noticed.  

Things that have changed in Argentina

The exchange rate

In 2011, $1 USD = 4 Argentine pesos. Now, $1 = 5 Argentine pesos. What does that mean? It’s exciting if you’re an American, but horrible if you’re an Argentine in their sinking economy. It was a big adjustment to look at prices with the new exchange rate, and interesting to observe how the economy can change so quickly.

Bus payment methods

One struggle living in South America is constantly finding coins, or “monedas,” to take the bus around town. Now, you can buy a bus PASS instead of beg for change. Unfortunately, we still got on the bus without enough change (or a bus card) and pulled the Gringo card to not pay the entire fee, but it’s nice for any individual to be able to use a pass instead of saving up change. Ironically enough, the bus fare was only 2.50 pesos, which is 50 cents in the US. So not a lot, but still at least three coins.

The Paso de Los Toros logo

Paso de los Toros is my favorite brand of my token Argentina beverage, ‘gaseosa de pomelo.’ That’s Spanish for grapefruit soda. Although Fresca and other citrus sodas exist in the US, there is something special about Paso de Los Toros. I’m addicted, so it wasn’t a surprise when I noticed the logo change because I bought this soda so much when I was there.

Things that are exactly the same

Medialunas and a good breakfast

Upon our arrival into Mendoza, Elizabeth, Alicia and I sat down starving at a restaurant and ordered a ‘promoción,’ consisting of two medialunas (croissants), a mug of coffee and a glass of orange juice & sparkling water. This standard Argentine breakfast was a great way to return!

The bus numbers and routes

It’s cool how consistent these are, because ewe took the same bus to Mendoza that my friends took two years ago. Lines 171-173 of bus route 10 aren’t going anywhere anytime soon!

Wineries and activities in Mendoza

After getting off of the bus, we stopped at the familiar Mr. Hugo’s bikes to rent bikes to take to the wineries. Mr. & Mrs. Hugo were there greeting every customer and showing everyone their way around the map. Although we went to entirely different wineries than the last trip, it was comforting to see a stable business and familiar faces from 2011. The policia even followed us on our ride home to protect us like they did last time.

Semicamas on buses

I wrote about this while I was in Argentina, but a “semicama” is exactly what it sounds like. “Kind of a bed.” When we got on the bus to Mendoza, our seats were semicamas, where a footrest moves down from the seat in front of you so you can lay down diagonally. I wasn’t able to sleep any better in it than I was two years ago, but it’s still the norm here.

Dulce de leche

We stopped at Havana (similar to Starbucks) for alfajores, Argentine cookies filled with dulce de leche, and a bakery to buy some dulce treats. Manjar nuez, a mock dulce in Santiago and some areas of Buenos Aires, just wasn’t the same. I made sure to leave with plenty of dulce to eat throughout the week!

Returning to South America

Friday morning, I arrived in Santiago, Chile to visit and travel with Elizabeth, my Mizzou classmate and roommate from Argentina. After 10 hours on a plane from Dallas, I arrived to the Santiago airport and made it through the 3-step customs. I forgot how much more intense international travel is, whether it be waiting in each of these lines or filling out forms with your passport number and information.

On the way off of the plane, I stopped a man who appeared to speak English to ask what baggage claim terminal our luggage would be at. Although he didn’t know the answer to the question, we bonded over being English-speakers traveling South America. His name was Jon, from Canada, and he quit a job at an ad agency where he was unhappy and came to visit his girlfriend for the month. We chatted, waited for each other through customs and decided to share a taxi to downtown Santiago to save money. We’ve been emailing trip tips to each other ever since - who said you couldn’t make friends at the airport!

The taxi pulled into Elizabeth’s apartment and I was in awe as I stepped out. Her building is right next to Universidad de San Sebastian, and right in the heart of Bellavista, a nicer area of Santiago. She left the key with the doorman and I found my way up, unpacked and headed out to explore. Patio Bellavista, a plaza of bars, restaurants and heladerias (ice cream shops) is right across the street, so naturally I started off by ordering some dulce de leche gelato and walking around. I ate some street choripan (like a hot dog with sausage) for lunch and sat over by the college.

My first instinct was to compare everything I saw in Chile to Argentina. They have Movistar, Claro and Despegar ads, so does Argentina! The apartment looks just like the buildings in Recoleta, Buenos Aires! This street reminds me of 9 de julio! It’s crazy how people revert back to what they’re familiar with. Elizabeth’s comparison so far is that Buenos Aires is like the United States, and Chile is like Canada. There, thriving and pretty cool -- but not as large. I’ve been considering it as Buenos Aires = New York, and Santiago as Chicago. We’ll see how things compare as the week goes on.

To finish off the afternoon while Elizabeth was at work, I decided not to be shy and walked about two miles to the main area of downtown Santiago, Plaza de Las Armas. There, I saw the Catedral, visited the Museo Historico Nacional in its cabildo, and climbed Cerro Santa Lucia, a large hill with parks overseeing the entire city. Pictures to come!

That evening, we met Elizabeth’s friend Alicia and hopped on a 10:30 pm bus to Mendoza, Argentina for the weekend so the girls could renew their tourist visas (which expire after 90 days). Plus, my Argentina visa is valid until 2021, so why not?! So far, it’s been an exciting few days in South America with more adventure on its way! 

Goodbye Google Reader

Freshman year of college, my friend Kara introduced me to the Google Reader tool. Essentially an RSS Feed, you can add both news sites and blogs to a reader tablet that links to stories and typically provides the first two grafs of the piece. I hopped on board and have been using it to consume news ever since.

I learned that the science to using GoogleReader was only putting news that you will be upset to miss. The more feeds and publications I added, the more there was on my agenda. Then, I was more likely to dismiss all of the news and ignore each publication. I limited it down to following Ad Age, Mashable, the Chicago Tribune, Bloomberg BusinessWeek and the Columbia Missourian daily. I also kept tabs on blogs from my previous internship in Argentina, Romenesko, Mizzou's student newspaper- The Maneater, an Orthodox Christian blog and the personal blogs and websites of all of my best friends.

The best part of the tool was that it delivered all of this into one product. I don't have to bookmark each of my friends' URLs and check it regularly, I get a notification when it's updated. This volume of news did not make my notifications number too high, so I was inclined to read each story and "star" relevant links that I would have bookmarked for the future.

Yesterday afternoon, my friend Kathryn emailed me the following screenshot that I saw moments later once I logged on.

Google Reader decided to power down because of a decline in use, claiming they want to focus on a subset of products rather than having a product for everything. I think this was an incredibly poor decision, since readers who used this were very loyal to this feed. Although people mock the fact that consumers still use RSS feeds and don't get all their news from tablets and Twitter, this type of platform shows more than news- but the personal news of bloggers and individuals who might not be present in the social sphere.

So for Google Reader buffs like me, here are some links I have found with alternatives:

• CNET: Five worthy alternatives to Google Reader
• The Old Reader
• Lifehacker: The Best Google Reader Alternative

Identifying a fake Twitter, learning about the new Pope

Along with today's announcement of the new Pope came a lot of Twitter conversation. This included hypothesizing about who it would be, mention of the white smoke, jokes about the situation and sharing facts about Jorge Bergoglio's life.

I was in the newsroom Jorge Bergoglio, who chose the name Pope Francis, was announced as the new Pope. Immediately, students found this Twitter account - @JMBergoglio.

At 2:30 p.m., the account had 4,443 followers. At 2:32 p.m., it hit more than 10,000. 

Reporters in the newsroom started to speculate whether this Twitter was fake or real. In just seconds, the director of Community Outreach and I could tell it was fake. We looked through to find that there were often were retweets, there were tweets from the past two hours and lastly - one of the recent tweets from Feb. 28 was suspicious. It translated to, "If I'm elected the new Pope, the children will love me more than Santa Claus."

Pretty clear sign that it's a fake Twitter account, right? Overall, the experience of revealing the new Pope was interesting than past news stories because of how we consume news today. In the middle of a class, a student shouted out, "Guys, we have a Pope. There's white smoke." No one even questioned why he wasn't paying attention in class, but rather thanked him for the breaking news information. Immediately, students and reporters went upstairs, turned on the television and opened up the Internet to get the details. Just a few minutes later, the Vatican's live YouTube video was streaming on one computer, and Twitter & HootSuite were open on my laptop. 

Using two computers to watch the live announcement and intake tweets

Twitter users posted a variety of material. This includes commentary on the Pope's bio, name choice, Jesuit identity, Argentine heritage and more. They tweeted jokes about the effect this choice would have on their life, if any. And I could consume it all at the same time. It's fascinating me that just while watching this news story, we now knew all of this information instantaneously. I hope we can appreciate that.

Last basketball game

One of the most fun college memories I have over the past four years is attending Mizzou basketball games. This Tuesday was the last home basketball game in the student section of my college career, and I was happy to go with Kathryn, Sherman and Andrew - the best friends I have gone with to pretty much every game in college.

The game was bittersweet, and particularly interesting because it was the first time back at Mizzou Arena for former coach Mike Anderson, who stepped down from head coach in 2010 to go to Arkansas. After a lot of skepticism, "Faith in Haith" marked our next two seasons and games continued to be exciting. 

At the last basketball game each year, senior players have the opportunity to say a few words the crowd at the end of the game, in addition to celebrating "family night" and being recognized on the court. The three graduating seniors were Keion Bell, Alex Oriakhi and Laurence Bowers. The first two gave quick, cheery speeches, but then came Bowers - who gave a shout-out to his friend and player that recently left Mizzou basketball due to sexual assault allegations. 

"I told this guy I would never forget him when I got the mic, and that's Mike Dixon. I know he's not with us, but he's a part of this class, too, and we love him. Other than that I don't have too much to say. M-I-Z."

The arena was tense: some boo-ing, some cheering, I can't even describe the discomfort. The Missourian created this piece about reactions on Twitter. It created an awkward atmosphere because each individual's reaction showed their opinion on a controversial issue that still lurks around the Mizzou campus. Should Dixon have been able to play? Should he have left? Should we support a sexual assault victim? Is he not guilty? No one knows, but people take the news as they will. 

Between the coach situation, Dixon comment and last student game - the way everyone felt during this game really proved how sports create such strong emotions. I was almost brought to tears when each senior walked onto the court with his family at the beginning of the game. We were screaming with excitement at all of the slam dunks and three-point shots throughout the game. Our friends were emotional as we sang "Old Missouri, Fair Missouri" at the end. 

Even though I can't attend each game in the future, I'll continue to follow Mizzou basketball for years on end and smile at the camaraderie, arena atmosphere and experiences with my friends I had from 2009 to 2013. MIZ!

The intro video & start to each Mizzou basketball game 

Now...

And then...the four of us at a game sophomore year.

The scoreboard from my first Mizzou basketball game in 2009

Andrew, me, Sherman, Kathryn and Laura picking up our Big 12 Basketball tickets at Mizzou Arena at 7 a.m. I think I have more photos of us waiting in the cold in college than I do from games themselves!

Andrew, Sherman and I at one of our first basketball games freshmen year. As you can see, our outfits don't really change that much.