I made it to Buenos Aires alive :p
It’s a beautiful city (we haven’t done enough exploring yet, though). And everybody and their mother is attractive. The accent here is a lot harder to understand than I anticipated, but I know I’ll catch on eventually.
Last night (pues, como midnight—despues de una siesta) we wandered to Plaza Serrano which is basically the 6th street of the neighborhood (Alycia and I share a bedroom in a hostel in the neighborhood Palermo Hollywood). I had some strange drink made out of ice cream, very tasty. We got back around 1:30 am and we were chillin’ in our room and we hear a knock on our door. A guy who lives in our hostel asked if we wanted to smoke mota to sleep. So he is our first official friend, and I must say, la mota de Paraguay es buenissimo. I slept like a baby. A joint en español argentino es un güendi? wendi? (sp?) very useful information.
Anyway, we are going out tonight and he’s gonna show us what’s up. Apparently there are bars open until 8am. wtf?
Here are some quick crappy pics I took of our hostel. I haven’t really had time to play photographer.
