no entiendo

bunk

Alan- my half english/irish, buenos tour guide

Cementario de Recoleta

Evita!

Almuerzo

polo with Fernando

Last night in Buenos Aires.

I am not a photographer.  However would like to be, and am determined to improve.  The great debate over whether or not to cart around an SLR with lenses wasnt hard to decide, so I am settling on my Olympius point and shooter gratefully donated to me by my aunt and uncle after my last made a Mexican cab drivers family very happy.  I usually stand firm on not experiencing moments through the camera lens, however I really want to share this experience so I am doing my best to snap here and there (and everywhere!)

I am also not patient.  Apparently they do not have turbo-dual-extra spectacular fast Internet connections in a hostel, so it has taken me almost an hour to upload these.  I will figure out how to make the pictures in a slideshow, instead of a really long post, another day.

Things have been great.  Buenos Aires isnt quite as intimidating as it was at first, but is still massive, busy, and loud!  The Argentine steak is almost as good as Albertan, and the men are as forward as I was warned.  However I have had no issues, I just use my usual defenses- avoid eye contact, walk briskly and pretend to not understand what is being said.  But in this case Im not really pretending.

"Would you be my wife?"  What? Dont you think you should get to know me better first?

Iguazu tomorrow.

Mucho amor