Even when I’m dying from heat exhaustion (did I mention, the gym doesn’t have air conditioning?), I still smile at every hola and beso. My favorite part of it all though, and what makes Gimansio Cabildo just a sliver bit better than Equinox, is that when somebody walks into the workout room they will say hello (or even give kisses) to each person that is working out. I’m talking 80’s era cintas (treadmills), two ollddd school bikes and an even older school elliptical along with some of the most archaic-looking weight machines this non-gym rat has ever seen. The work out equipment is also a bit…aged. The average age is somewhere around 60, which can be just as inspiring as the hot models you would find in Soho.
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It also means that my morning gym “crowd” doesn’t quite look like my former Equinox workout buddies. Located just a four-minute walk form my apartment, a membership at Gimnasio Cabildo means I can work out, shower at my apartment and then walk to work all before my 10am start time. But more so, because I now belong to Gimnasio Cabildo, my local Belgrano gym.
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Primarily because they have a ridiculous cancelation process, which I won’t go into now but it set me back $300 due to their stupidity. There, I would do more than run - Saturday kick boxing and early morning yoga being two of my favorite classes. The location, the machines, the eucalyptus-soaked cold towels, the fancy hair dryers and my gym partner, Angie Shin. In NYC, I had memberships with Crunch, 24 Hour Fitness and for the last couple of months before I left, Equinox. I can only go in the morning and rarely do anything more than run on the treadmill. I hate the idea of going, but love it when I leave, feeling energized, revived, and slightly less gorda. I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. Pictured above: One of my favorite family skype sessions and the perfectly “Dennstedt” commentary that followed below: Even if they are just keeping me company while I make lentil soup (Luisa providing helpful cooking tips & Rick providing tidbits from the latest New York Magazine), it’s a great way to feel like el mundo es un pañuelo. I probably talk to my parents 50% more now that I live in another continent and honestly, I enjoy talking to them more here too. Good friends are hard to come by, and I’ve learned to appreciate them even more during my time down South.Īs an aside, family Skype dates (or should I say meetings?) are much easier to come by. I love the comforts of good friendships, the inside jokes and knowing that no matter how much time passes between a Skype date (nonetheless a face-to-face interaction), that we will always have something to talk/laugh/cry about. It’s not that I don’t want to catch up with my friends, it’s that everybody’s busy schedules and varying time zones, make it difficult to connect.īut I’m not going to lie, there’s nothing better than when the call finally does happen, and I spend 2 hours with a best friend getting updates on wedding planning, hearing about friend gossip and just plain reverting to our 22 year old selves that puts a smile on my face. If I had a moneda for every time a video chat was set or gmail conference call (the hipster Skype) was discussed and then never executed, I would be rolling in a bed of colectivo fare. And by dating, I mean scheduling a time to speak with friends from home via Skype.
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But even harder to believe, is how rough dating in Skypeville can be. I find it comical (and a bit depressing) to admit that dating in NYC was easier than my ‘dating’ experience in Buenos Aires.