Never eat anything bigger than your face

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Argentina has proved to be our undoing...of the pants, that is. It's eat, shop, snack, siesta, eat, avoid stepping on dog shit, eat, sleep. Every day, all day.

Yeah, it's been tough.

Which is why we are finding it so hard to leave the country. We´ve already spent a month here, most of it in Buenos Aires where we rented a kick-ass apartment, complete with a jacuzzi tub, wi-fi, flat screen, and cable (for about $40 a night!). It´s so nice not to have to pack and unpack every other day. It´s also nice to be able to cook what I want (veggies and anything with spice) and have the option of staying home and doing nothing when the weather is bad. It even snowed once. Yeah, it was snowing in July in Buenos Aires, the first time it´s snowed here since 1928. It was crazy.

Buenos Aires has been a sort of vacation from our travels.

I know, I´d hate us too.

Anyway.

Peter and our friend, Wayne, did manage to make it across to Colonia in Uruguay (a 55 minute ferry ride from Buenos Aires) for a day. I missed the excursion because my passport was at the Brazilian consulate for a visa (I never have any luck with these damn visas) and I forgot about that when I booked all our tickets! Uruguay may be a perfectly lovely country, but it´s a little hard to get over the 12-year old boy in all of us because of its name. It´s kind of like Uranus in that sense. All of this is to say that it was extremely appropriate that only the boys made it to Uruguay. Because on the way back, they were mistaken for Ur-a-gays. At that point, Peter apparently began sputtering about his wife and didn´t stop for the rest of the boat ride. He should just have taken it as a compliment to his grooming that day.

We also made it to Salta in Northwestern Argentina--a 21 hour bus ride away. Although it´s a long bus ride, I have to admit that the buses in Argentina are awesome. They are generally double decker touring buses with business class seats in them. The seats go back a long way and there are foot rests. In some, the seats even fold into a flat bed. It´s actually very comfortable.

Salta is a great city, with beautiful high-desert, red rock scenery, even better empanadas and carne, and a really lively scene. We even managed to overcame our collective geriatric tendencies and went to a club to listen to Argentinian folk-rock-something until 3 am. The place was packed on a Monday night. Did we mention we really like the hours these Argentinians keep?

Well, our time in the promised land is almost at an end. We will travel up to Iguazu Falls and then into Brazil and the Amazon for the next few weeks. Hopefully, we´ll be able to avoid the anacondas, poison frogs and caimans!

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Comments

[Jimmy A.]

WOW!
You guys are so lucky, Peter! I hope to travel like you guys someday. In the meantime, I'm stuck in New York City (not a bad place to be stuck in), doing the MBA program.....taking classes during the summer! I guess it could be worse! hahaha

[Dave Powell]

Padrig H.
Is Padrig Harrington a relative? No doubt there was a lot of celebration around Padrig's win of the British Open and I'm sure the Harrington clan downed a few pints. Congratulations, Ireland. Peter and Dinh, Enjoy Brazil... Dave