On Tuesday (7/22/2014), there was a bus strike. None of the colectivos (buses) of Cordoba were functioning. I found this out while eating breakfast getting ready to leave for the bus stop to go to my internship. My fellow classmate, Carlos, texted me to inform me of the strike and explained how it started the night prior. Due to the strike, open taxis were scarce to come across. Carlos was stuck in the centro the night prior and was forced to walk home (yikes). I was perplexed as to what to do. I had work at 9 and class at 1, but I didn't have the cash to pay for all the taxis I would need through out the day... if only they took credit card! I finally decided I should probably go to work. After all, it is my first internship. I walked outside to a busy street and began to wait for a taxi. I waited and waited... only to realize it was 9:00 and there were no available taxis. I called my boss and he told me not to worry about it and that he'd see me tomorrow. Carlos e-mailed the resident director and she simply said if we can't make it to class we won't be marked absent. Everyone seemed so nonchalant about the entire situation. I am not exaggerating when I say this ENTIRE city runs on the buses! Everyone uses the bus system. I suppose this kind of thing must happened often because not of the locals seemed surprised or bothered by the strike. One local, a speaking partner from Spanish Studies, even offered to walk with me to work in the morning because he had to walk some other extranjeros (foreigners) to the centro. When I asked how long the walk would take, he replied 45-60 minutes. An hour walk to work!?! Yikes. Luckily for me, the bus strike only lasted a day and was over by Tuesday night. According to the speaking partner I was experiencing true South America.