Buenos Aires

In Buenos Aires...

You have to hail a bus.
Rush to get on the bus.
Always have enough change so your can RIDE the bus (no bills accepted).
Always have small bills.
Always check for counterfeit money.
Everyone greets you with a kiss on the cheek.
And you can drink in public.

Whenever I thank someone here, they always reply "O, please, its nothing!"

I have yet to find the incredible steak and wine restaurants for 10 bucks that everyone has told me about. Things are more expensive than I imagined, but then again, its not all that bad. I am pretty cheap already, but now I am beginning to see pesos as dollars and get outraged over the smallest prices. The ferias are the best. I went to the feria in San Telmo yesterday and had a blast. Bought a mate (which I now know hoe to drink), delicious sausage, and beer. Lovely.

A couple nights ago, I connected with Joey (you know Joey? Hes the best!)´s friend Diego, who hosted an asado at his apartment. An asado is a get together centered around a ton of meat and wine. Good company. Incredible food. Fun times. Afterwards, we went to a peña, a traditional folkloric dance fiesta, packed with people and live music. I "danced my ass off", burnt all the calories I put on before the peña, and made it home just before sunrise. Argentine clocks run much later than the US. Its normal to come home around 6-7. Im glad my classes are in the afternoon. Speaking of which! I start school today! I should get going. Ill let you know how it goes.
Chau

Daveed