Chao Argentina

I'm going to honest with you, kids: today was probably less than blog worthy. And while I considered making up a grand story about Jeannie being attacked by a giant spider or the plane emergency landing in the Atlantic, leaving us to swim miles to shore, I think you're water than that. We're all better than that. 

So, the real story. Today we had our final morning in iguazu and flew back to Buenos Aires. After a brief moment of panic at the sight of numerous, giant planes and then another brief moment of panic when my backpack didn't come out on the belt for far too long, we made our way back to the hostel. 

We enjoyed a fantastic chorizo with all the cremas you can dream of and sat in the shade. Of course we followed this with a long and arduous search for ice cram. We walked many blocks out of our way but finally we found it and it wa magical and entirely worth it. 

We returned to the hostel and relaxed, plagued by a mysterious stomach ache until I decided I needed to hunt for leather boots and forced Jeannie to accompany me. I found some, they're glorious. 

Tomorrow morning we fly to La Paz, Bolivia for a week of hiking and hijinx. Get ready. 

Yo <3 BA

Sometime yesterday afternoon Buenos Aires started to feel a bit too much like a post (zombie) apocalyptic wasteland. The ceaseless rain and wind was definitely a contributor, but the nearly empty streets were the most confusing. Add to that a weird group of people drumming, dancing and yelling with no explanation and you'll arrive at our confusion conclusion. 

I can tell you one thing for sure: today we tried to see the San Telmo market but didn't get to do so thoroughly because of the storm, we were cold and wet and even a little hangry and still We think this city is the greatest. 

Even as I sit watching the Atlantic swirl in angry storm waves from the airport, I'm listing the glorious things BA has to offer in my head:

The cutest accent ever

General friendliness toward strangers but within personal boundaries

Delicious tasty meats and fantastic wines (chorizo from a food truck anyone?)

Leather goods and adorable clothing in boutiques that look like sunshine and happiness

A million cute cafes with high quality coffee

Books. Everywhere. Cheap books, big books, red book, blue books, old books, new books. 

The fact that I can count the number of times I've been whistled at on one hand. 

Tango

Open wifi network almost anywhere (even on some public transit)

The fact that I've yet to be arrested by Interpol

In short, Buenos Aires is the bomb (dot com). We're headed to Iguazu Falls in northern Argentina this afternoon and spending a few days exploring there before returning to BA. I've heard the waterfall is "unbelievable" and "unreal"...I don't know, sounds like a rouse to me, we'll see. 

A Rebuttal

I'd like to correct the slanderous things that were posted about me this morning and add a bit of detail to the story of my newfound love. 

First, Jeannie will tell you a "fell down" whilst walking in a flat surface in very high heels. I did no such thing. 

You see, we were passing a large group of people waiting for the bus and I, as is tradition in my native state, bowed deeply toward them, throwing out my arms. I bowed so deeply that for a moment I sat on the ground which is the highest form of respect one can show where I'm from. 

The looks on their faces were not of irritation or amusement but appreciation. 

Second, I was recently told by a "friend" that I should look for men who are "kind of clumsy and maybe a little heavy." Well ladies and gentlemen, I found him. 

See Jeannie's earlier post for the details but suffice it to say he had me at "you're so tall I don't know how I would..." And then a lot of confusing gesturing. 

When he departed and broke my heart forever, my darling Emmanuel left us with a few kind words. 

To Jeannie: thank you for the conversation, I really liked talking to you

To me: I love you. I...I love you. Te amo.