First Fight (and make up)

I have fallen out of love with Argentina.

Here are a list of reasons we are fighting.
1. Argentina's complete lack of respect for my need of tampons with applicators
2. constant smell of dog shit that has permanently lodged itself in my nostrils
3. barrage of bad 90's music at boliche
4. light pollution- i miss the stars
5. pollution in general- my lungs miss breathing
6. piropos- i'm not your nene nor your rubia and whistling at me like a dog does not make you any more of a man, it makes you a creep.
7. the city's inability to ever really fix anything: broken sidewalks, leaky toilets, incorrect signs- how does a broken city function?
8. a lack of reality replaced by an overabundance of passion
9.lack of an internal clock or a sense of punctuality- if you want to meet at 10:30 then say 10:30 not 9
10. thighs that don't touch stuffed into pants meant for a 9 year old

The worst part is I know this hate for Argentina is just a phase. I have read my "preparing to study abroad" manual and thus far i have followed the culture shock diagram almost perfectly. I know now comes complete disdain for anything Argentine along with a longing for anything American. And knowing it is a phase, knowing it will pass, doesn't make me feel better. It makes me feel fake; the feeling doesn't seem real or valid. Sometimes you just want to be allowed to hate something even if it is completely irrational.

And then my 8 year old host brother knocks on my door to say buenas noches; he knocked just to say good night. And my heart breaks. How could i possibly hate this country?