Argentina: they got it goin' on....

With T-2 weeks left in Argentina (tear, gulp, welp) I am going to attempt to highlight a few of my FAVORITE things along with some of my NOTSOFAVORITE things here in BA. Upon successful completion of the aforementioned, I will be satisfied and perhaps done with my blogging days. On that note, read on my friends, read on :)

FAVORITE THINGS:
1) The weather-To live in a place where you wake up to a brilliant bright blue sky on a daily basis is glorious. Sun shining, clouds practically non-existent and a quaint little apt that lacks a roof leaves me little need for a weather man or daily forecast prediction. The only thing lacking are little song birds chirping at my window...

2) Sweets and Treats: Dulce de leche, alfajores, helado and medialunas - This country loves sugar....let me repeat. THIS COUNTRY LOVES SUGAR. Here is a short and sweet (no pun intended) description of some favorites.
Dulce de leche: An incredibly rich and creamy caramel type of sauce that makes anything taste amazing. With few ingredients, it consists mainly of thick cream that is mixed/boiled with an ample or shall I say excessive amount of sugar and then boiled until it reaches perfection... a smooth and creamy spread. I enjoy eating it plain on a spoon (locals would probably frown upon this), or you can spread it on pastries, fill crepes with it, drizzle it on ice-cream, dip fruit into it and the list goes on...and on....and on. Oh the possibilities! We actually had the opportunity to go to a dulce de leche factory in Uruguay which was an awesome experience and cool to see the massive machines producing it....Similar to the Ghiradelli chocolate factory in San Fran. If I bring nothing else back with me to the states, I will bring jars of DDL :)

Alfajores: Well my friends, these are rich and buttery cookies, dipped in chocolate and then glued together with an inch or so of dulce de leche and often sprinkled in coconut. Heaven in your hand. I love and and often blame them for the reason my jeans have been "shrinking" since my arrival here. A love/hate relationship, if you will.

Helado: aka ICE-CREAM. The consistency is different from that of the states in that it is similar to gelato and the flavors are more to my liking. I prefer fruit flavored over chocolate types and the mascarpone with berries, dulce de leche with choc chips and tramontena are all high on the list of DELISH flavors. I wish I could bring each one of you a mile high cone of as the locals boast, "the best ice cream in the world."

Medialunas: These warm, flaky, sweet treats are what make up a typical morning breakfast. Simply a warm buttery croissant that is glazed with a sugary topping and is a perfect pairing with a bitter shot of espresso. Pastry paradise...

And this is why the dentist and gym will be top priorities upon my arrival home :)

3) Buenas Vibras aka Good Vibes. Seeing as this city has over 14 million people, 40,000 taxi cabs and a subte system that loads and unloads over 970,000 people a day, la gente are super chill. Police cars are sparse, traffic infractions don't exist and everyone appears to get along for the most part (minus at soccer games). You rarely see people yelling on a cell phone while walking down the streets and stopping to peek in each storefronts windows is common. The overall lifestyle here does not seem nearly as rushed as in the states and the general work day is 11am to 7pm. The 5am commute is unheard of and the stress levels are less obvious. Cool and calm, the US could stand to learn a thing or two from the people here. TRANQUILO.

4) The fashion- Not to exhaust the subject, but I am in a constant state of awe as I stroll down the streets and check out each and every person. Mullets (every man who is anyone has one including business men who have more detail and shape, to rockers with unkempt shags), rattails (which consist of a single dread or beaded piece of hair often extending to mid-back) and anything else which one chooses to sport...it all goes here and the funny thing is, they rock it well. Frumpy people in sweats are 1 in a million and everyone is always so put together. Of course there is the rasta/bohemian/hippy scene but even they don't come across as smelly and unkempt. Everyone is conscious of their appearance and dressed to impress. People watching has become an addiction and I could do it for hours...it's great.

NOTSOFAVORITE THINGS:

1) MOSQUITOES...I HATE MOSQUITOES. They never get sick of feasting on my ankles, elbows, wrists or really any exposed piece of skin. 3 months here and it might as well be my first week here as far as mosquitoes are concerned. I wake up on a daily basis with a new batch. Gross fact/T.M.I. but they actually attacked my ARMPIT the other night and I woke up with a trail of 8 going from my wrist to my armpit and was ready to cut my arm off. Awaking to an obnoxious buzzing in my ear is a nightly occurrence. On the upside, I have gained muscle in my arms as the continuous swatting has proved to be a nice workout.

2) Restaurant Service-It is HORRIBLE. As servers don't work for tips here and tipping is not expected (if the service is extraordinary, you can leave 10% or so), you basically have to wave down the waiters in order to even get a menu. The food is pretty basic everywhere you go. Either pasta, pizza, sandwiches or meat. Huge Italian influence here in the way of food. I'm THRILLED to return to the states for some Mexican food, a hearty salad, Thai food (I've been having intense peanut sauce cravings!) and anything else that is impossible to find. Actually, I'm going to stop writing about this subject right about now as it's almost like a tease just thinking about it :D However, one more little fun fact...they HATE any type of spice. Not only do locals think hot sauce ruins a dish and is the equivalent to torching your mouth, they don't even put pepper on ANYTHING. Every restaurant you go to, there is one lonely little bottle of salt...minus what I always thought was its partner, pepper. Que triste.

And yes...that just about sums up my thumbs up and thumbs down opinions de este pais (what an odd sounding sentence, but I'm going to leave it that way).

CHAU

ST. PATTY'S DAY!!!!!!

Our house has no roof. I hate when it rains...

As most of you know, our little apt here in BA is without a roof (built that way) and as wonderful as it is on sunny days, on the rainy ones it is awful....Here are a few pics of the monsoon-like conditions we have had for the past 24 hours, and what our floors look like....enjoy (because I am not!)

MANU CHAO in concert...and his hatred towards the USA...

This past Saturday night, we had the thrill of going to our first big concert outside of the US. I didn't know what to expect. Manu Chao is an awesome singer who writes canciones in Spanish, English, Portuguese and French...Talented to say the least. The sold-out concert was held at this huge venue, Luna Park, which is right downtown. We hopped on the subway and arrived at 9m to a stadium PACKED with enthusiastic fans. Police and crowd control were directing lines and trying to keep order. Venders were everywhere selling things from t-shirts to meat-stuffed pitas to special brownies. We had tickets for "el campo" section, which like the soccer game, was standing room only. What can I say, we live life on the edge :)

Manu Chao's performance was amazing. If you don't know his music, I suggest you check it out on youtube or somewhere else. Here is a website that gives a good description of his style and lyrics...http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2007/jul/15/worldmusic

Anyhoo, it was wild because throughout the concert, Manu had 2 different mental patients from the local hospital (one of whom used to be a top DJ for a radio station here in BA), come on stage to read poems and talk to the crowd. While the band jammed in the background, the first patient got up and started bashing the US and our government. Yikes....not what we had anticipated and not the best place to be sticking out as a gringa! We listened while he talked about Bush, the war, Barack "HUSSEIN" Obama and anyone else who he thinks is a horrible American. He would randomly mumble so that nobody could understand him, then continue talking about our government. The other patient was on stage and spinning on his head, doing slow-motion stretch moves on the ground and reaching towards the sky....while wearing mc hammer pants, a t-shirt that functioned as a doo-rag and long white stringy hair that resembled Albert Einsteins. Quite odd. Throughout this time, the crowd was going wild and booing and let me tell you, being one among thousands of angry Argentines was quite humbling. I was horrified to make eye contact or speak English at this point. After his rant, Manu Chao took the stage and continued to talk trash about the USA. It was incredible to hear, while watching the crowds reactions. I was actually kind of annoyed seeing as we were there to listen to his music, not listen to him bash on the states. Oh well, the overall experience was another for the books and Manu Chao and his band have some serious skills. Check em' out!!!!

Much love, Molly

Let the good times roll....

Boca Jr's Soccer Game!!!!

Hola amigos. As you can see from the picture, we finally made it to our first soccer game. The place was outta control. Complete and utter havoc! An experience of a lifetime. The pride that the fans have for their team is beyond belief. Throughout the ENTIRE game, the crowd sang, beat drums, waved banners, chanted, swung fists and went nuts. First let me tell you how Lesley, Jess and I ended up ALONE in the local section....

So woman are not advised to go to soccer games without being accompanied by men, as the fans get rowdy and fights are common. Going with this advice, we found 12 other friends who all wanted to go with us. Good plan...if only it had gone that way. We arrived at the stadium 4 hours early to get tickets and soak in the scene. Buses were arriving with fans from the opposing team and they were being escorted by a parade of police cars. This is due to the fact that the people in the buses were chanting/talking trash and hanging out the windows waving banners and tossing fists. Crazy to see.
Anyhoo, after getting our tix, the three of us ladies decided to go and get a drink and something to eat before going in the stadium and meeting the group an hour later. We had been up until 7am that morning at a techno club and our bodies were hating us. After fueling up, we ventured back towards the stadium. Um...yes. About 10,000 more fans had arrived in the time we were gone and the line to even get into the stadium where we were to meet our friends was miles long. So there that plan went. We would be alone for the game. Seats are not specific and we only had "standing room" tickets which we would later learn were for the DIEHARD fans that lived and breathed to see the Boca Jr's win games. The ratio of guys to girls was roughly 40:1 and panic mode began to hit all three of us. We just knew we had to be on our game and not mess around. Hundreds of police with guns and billy clubs stood in straight lines everywhere you turned and for as far as you could see, there were enthusiastic fans.
When the gates opened, we went in and saw our section. At this point we were dying. The stadium was HUGE and we were in an area (like I said, we accidentally got the diehard section) that had huge walls with rusty metal spikes lined over it and closed off from the rest of the civilized crowd! hahahahahhaha! Our luck, right?! The 3 gringas holding onto our shit for dear life and being shoved around trying to get our bearings and being advised by guys to be careful and informing us it was going to get wild. Anyways, we got situated, chanted and tried to "blend in" with the crowd and had a blast watching the game. The noise level was insane. People were dripping in sweat and screaming at the tops of their lungs. Boca beat the other team (huracan) 3-0 and with each goal we scored (all were scored in the last 20 minutes), the crowd grew even louder. As it was a night game and we thought it would be a good idea to leave a few minutes early and beat the crowds, we headed for the exit. Well...too bad for us, police guard all the exits and under NO conditions is anyone allowed to leave the stadium until the game is over. So...we were there till the end. People began lining up and the claustrophobia hit. We were all squished against a cement wall. Sweaty men still chanting and talking trash and the police not budging. As it turns out, we were all held in the stadium for a a good half hour after the game ended, so that the opposing team could escape the stadium safely. So bizarre. When the police finally backed up to let people out, a stamped went into effect. It was scary as all shit. Lesley, Jess and I were all clutching hands and near the very front. I went to turn the corner to go down the stairs and was literally pinned against the wall and couldn't move as masses of fans fought to get out. I could feel Lesley's hand still but could not move. It only lasted a matter of seconds, but definitely felt like I was done for. People leave the stadium RUNNING. There is no order whatsoever and within about 2 minutes a big fight broke out on the stairs. Others jumped into break it up, as we raced our behinds out as fast as we could. What a night to remember...the three American girls amongst thousands of wild Boca Jr fans. GO TEAM :D

Tigre Delta

As it's been a few weeks since "nerding out" and updating this blog, I have continued to stay busy checking out new places, meeting cool people and falling more in love with the country. Last weekend, we ventured to the Tigre. A delta located 50 minutes north via the train, we had no idea what to expect, but were anxious to find out. Well the place was incredible. For 17 pesos (the equivalent to about $4.50), we hopped aboard a funky wooden boat and began our journey. The river was packed with boats of all shapes and sizes. From speed boats, to catamarans to canoes and kayaks, all were crusien' alongside one another. The weather was gorgeous (mid to upper 80's) and the scenery was breathtaking. The only surprising thing was the color of the water....It looked like a sewer system! Although we were assured it was safe to swim in, and many people were, our personal hygiene issues took priority and we opted to keep the bathing suits high and dry for another day :) When we got on the boat, you have to tell the captain where you want to be dropped off. We chose a place called, "Parque Lyfe," and kicked it there till the sun began to set. An awesome little day trip that got us out of the city for much needed break. Chao!

Out and about in good ol' BA

Taxi ride to el microcentro...
the heart of the business district downtown.

Puerto Madero at night...it's a 5 minute subte ride from my place and just downtown.








Bombo del tiempo is a percussion group that plays
at this outside venue every Monday night.
The place is PACKED and the music is incredible.
Really chill vibes and cool people.




And a brief update of my trip...

As I'm approaching the half-way marker in my travels, it seems crazy to think that my trip will be coming to an end in April. I feel like the time has passed so quickly and there are still so many things to do and places to see. Buenos Aires is truly an incredible city, packed with so much history and beautiful imagery around each corner you turn.

My time here has been amazing and each morning I wake up, eager to start my day. Whether it be hopping on el subte to run an errand, meeting friends at 11pm for a coffee in the plaza, taking a run around the park/lake (for all you seatowners, its the latin america greenlake :D ), trying to find the freshest fruit and veggies at a market, talking politics with cab drivers (they are all OBSESSED with knowing what we think of OBAMA!!!) or simply chillin' on our rooftop terrace with a beer and playing dominoes, it's all been incredible and I count my blessings for having the opportunity to live and experience this life in another country. Lesley and I are peas in a pod and laugh our way through everything. What more can I say. LIFE IS GOOD AND IM LOVIN' EVERY MINUTE OF IT :D
Be safe, much love and keep it real.

Lesley's Birthday Bash Weekend

This past weekend we had the joy of celebrating Lesley's 25th birthday. Her parents treated us all to a fancy little dinner at this incredible Armenian restaurant that is within walking distance from our apt. After stuffing ourselves with falafal, marinated lamb rolls, hummus/pita, Greek salad and red wine, the bustling restaurant went quite, birthday music came on in Spanish and Lesley was presented with an adorable little birthday tart :D It was a blast.
Even better was what came after. Coffee and fortunes. Yes, I said it. Upon finishing dinner, we were all served a tiny little shot of espresso with TONS of coffee grounds in the bottom of the cup...I didn't realize we were to leave it for the fortune teller and began to "politely" finish the paste of grounds. Gross.



Anyhoo, we were then called to the back of the restaurant, one by one and sat in front of this rather large and intimidating woman with crazy hair, an overpowering presences and eyes that starred so intently it was hard to make contact. Now seeing how I have never had my fortunes read, I found this to be quite entertaining as we were in a restaurant and being read our future through the remaining coffee grounds in our espresso. Well, the fortune teller was right on. It was CRAZY what she told me and I accused my friends of cheating and telling her :D Anyhoo, maybe it was the wine speaking, but she definitely said a thing or two about me that was soooooooooo true!
After dinner it was around 1am, we headed home and played cards, listened to music and chatted until the we hours of 5am or so. We wanted to keep it chill for Sat night at the club. Good thing we did, because DAMN! It was insane.
We had a big asado on our roof and invited people over around 11pm to start the evening. We all hung out on our terrace until about 3am when we hit the club. Key words...THE CLUB...It was something like I have never seen before. I have partied in Barcelona, Vegas etc and this place had them all beat. OMG...at 3am we waited in line forever and upon entering, I didn't know what hit me. Electronic music so loud our heads were beating, hundreds of disco balls, a light show above our heads and probably over 1000 people on multiple levels of the club so packed you couldn't move and all with their eyes shut and dancing to the beat. WOW. It was surreal. A fun experience where we danced till 6 :30am and decided to call it a night. Good times and crazy things were seen that night. All in all it was a birthday weekend to remember another awesome time with close friends. One month down, two more to go. My how time is flying!

And some more Uruguay pics....

And some pics from Uruguay

Uruguay: Montevideo y Punta del Este

Uruguay= Amazing

Lesley's brother, Brian, has been visiting us for the past 2 weeks in BA and while here, told us he had a friend who lived in Montevideo, Uruguay. As connections are always a plus and the opportunity to travel to a neighboring country presented itself, we decided to take a little mission. GOOD DECISION. Wow...his friends, who are now our close friends, were the nicest and most welcoming people I have ever met. For 5 days, they showed us the country, took us to their "chacaro" ( a 21 acre ranch which I will explain in further detail, later), fed us ridiculously delicious food and basically became our BFF's! Following, is a semi-brief (words do little justice to this trip) description of our trip:

So we arrived in Colonia, Uruguay via a high speed boat which took just over an hour. Quite a nice ride and packed with cars and people who were all leaving BA and jetting over to the beautiful beaches in Punta del Este. As seems to be the case everywhere we go, Laura (Lesley's friend and another AMERICAN...we always get scammed) met us at the landing and was told all the seats were filled except for the VIP section so she had to pay extra and sit in a different cabin. Then, as predicted, Lesley, Brian and I had several open seats all around us in the common area. We have figured out the key is to buy bus/boat/etc tix online as they cannot call us out on being "gringos" and therefore we lessen our chances of being nickled and dimed :) From Colonia, we hopped on bus and took the 2.5 hour ride to Montevideo to find our hostel.

Anyhoo, Brian's friend, Macarena met us at the terminal and took us from there. We stayed in a hostel the first night in the older part of the city and all I can say is DAMN! hahahaha! The place was run-down Richards and smelled like the sewer. Never easy to book a hostel online without having been to the place, so always a surprise....In this case, a smelly one :D It was pouring rain too, and although we we slightly bummed the locals were ecstatic. Apparently the country has been suffering from a horrible draught that has cost them tons of money and livestock and the day we arrived, was the first time they had seen a drop of rain in over 3 months. People were packed in bars, music was blasting and everyone was drenched and dancing. It was a joyous day for the people of Uruguay.


The next day we met up with Maca (Macarena's nickname) and her family and friends. They have a ranch in Punta del Este and had invited us to go with them for the weekend. We were thrilled and happily accepted the invite. Seeing as their was a big group of us, we all carpooled and took the 2 hour drive South until we arrived. Having no idea what to expect of their Chacara, we were shocked to see the place. It was more like a private compound of little villas connected together with a swimming pool, tennis courts with night-lights, a huge field with all their horses to go riding on, and a place to have an asado. INCREDIBLE. They have live-in gardeners, cooks, cleaners etc and we were all taken to our own little rooms where we had flowers on our pillows, fresh cotton towels and food waiting for us. Yes...it was S. American heaven, as I knew it :)

For the next few days we ate like royalty (crepes with dulce de leche for breakfast, authentic Uruguayan lunches and huge asados by night), went to the beaches by day (which were absolutely breath-taking) and were taken out dancing in the clubs at night. Maca, Seba, Diego, Nanu, Beto and Pillar were sooooo fun and all we did was laugh. They all speak English as they attended private British schools and universidades and so we had a fun-filled time of communicating in "Spanglish" as we switched between the two. Basically, they were some of the most hospitable and generous people I have and probably will ever meet. It was an incredible experience and one that I will always cherish. They are making plans to come visit us in BA, as well as a promised trip to the USA (they have family in San Fran and Beto was actually born in NYC). I only hope we can show them as fun of a time as they did for us.

One more note...the SUPERBOWL in Montevideo was RIDICULOUS! Omg...Seba invited us to his friends house where we were required to wear black and yellow clothing. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to see what I did. A HUGE projector in the living room, tables upon tables of burgers, hot dogs, asado, beer, etc and tons of HARDCORE Steeler fans packed into the house. Most had affiliations with Pittsburgh from either family members living there or a few who had received their Phd's and studied in the state and all were OBSESSED. Everyone was wearing/sporting Steeler hats, shirts, jerseys, pins, posters, banners and yelling in Spanish. Of course it was broad casted in Spanish as well and with all the chaos, I was in awe. Sooooo much fun and probably the best game I have ever watched. Never mind the nail-biting ending and the celebrating upon the final score. In my book, it was epic :)

Ok, so now a little about Uruguay. The country is absolutely beautiful. A fraction of the size of Argentina, it boasts a beautiful coastline with a rambla that runs all along the water of Montevideo. With a constant ocean breeze, the heat is more bearable and the beaches are nicer. It was also interesting to hear about what the people of Uruguay had to say about Argentinians, in particular, los Portenos. Not on the best terms as they say that people in BA are full of themselves and think they are the high above everyone else and snobby. As Uruguay is much smaller and the tourist industry (minus the rich and mighty who go to the beaches in Punta del Este) is less, the country seems to be in the shadow of the built-up and well established reputation that Buenos Aires holds so strongly. This was true. I told them that how when I decided to pack up and move to S. America, Uruguay had never even crossed my mind and Buenos Aires had such an incredible reputation, it was an easy choice. They said that was the case for most people.However, Lesley and I were both in awe at what a beautiful country it was. The people were so warm and friendly, the coastline was a gorgeous to walk along and the city of Montevideo was beautiful and with fewer high-rises than in BA.

All in all, Uruguay was incredible. I advise you all to check out the country online (thank you google) and see for yourselves what a beautiful place it is. With blue skies, awesome beaches, delish food and extremely kind and generous friends, it is a trip I will always have very fond memories of and recommend to all.

Much love and be safe

Mar del Plata

Just back from my first trip out of BA. It was amazing...As the daily combo of 95 degree heat and miles upon miles of pavement in our neighborhood becomes quite unbearable after a few hours outside, we, like most of the city does each summer, decided to venture 250 miles south to Mar del Plata, for 4 nights. A beautiful city of beaches and breezes. Let the adventures begin :D

As we approached the bus station to buy our tickets to the beach, the place was bustling with locals who were all in the same boat as us....wanting to escape the heat, and do it quickly. Waiting in line, the woman behind the counter informed Lesley and I that every bus was full for the next few days, except for the VIP suit on one of them (once again, were knew were were getting a run for our money, but too exhausted to argue)...Although it only cost a few more dollars, we were hesitant as we already stood out as tourists and now were going to come across as "rich, snobby, I only ride VIP" Americans. " *sigh* However, we wanted to get to the beach, got a good laugh and as we boarded a few days later, and were directed to our special section...the top level of the bus, front row, reclining leather seats and served a little tray of crackers. Quite nice, really :D And...seeing as the bus doesn't stop a single time over the 5 hour trip, we were able to catch a little nap.

We arrived at our hostel, signed in and were taken to our dorm...Upon entering the building, it was obvious to anyone, cleanliness was not a top priority. Gross. Then we drop our bags off, I pull back the "clean" sheets and find an unecessarily large amount of somebody else's hair in my bed. While im trying to process how in the world I can sleep there, Lesley points to our bed-side table and was like, "Molls, is that a condom?" Yes...it was sick. Needless to say, I slept in my leggings and long-sleeved t-shirt, along with socks :D Oh the thrills of sleeping in hostels! hahaha! Besides that, we met some really cool people from all over the world. A guy from Sweeden who had been camping in tents for the past 8 months, a guy from the UK who had been in Bogota, Colombia and many other Portenos who were there to kick it at the beach for vacaciones. Always cool to hear what others think about our country and seeing as Obama and the inaguration was the next day, I was drilled with questions about our government, the economy, hatred towards Bush and the war etc...

The next day we met up with Laura and Alberto and missioned to the beach. It felt sooooooooo nice to have a breeze from the ocean and although the sun was still blazing by 10am and it was in the 90's, we were thrilled to be there. The beach was PACKED. Im talking, PACKED. Hard to find a spot big enough to lay a towel. Music was being played, vendors were weaving through the masses trying to sell gold chains, umbrellas, sandals, etc, children were darting amongst us and missing our heads by mere inches and we simply laid in the sun, soaking up the surroundings and rotating the rounds of covering my skin in sunblock, which by the way, has become my newest perfume/scent :D hahahha!

We experienced our first "Asado" and "Fernet" at the hostel that night. It was pretty awesome. Alberto grilled up huge chunks of fresh steak (yes, im still a vegetarian, nice try), veggies and sliced potatoes drizzled with spices and olive oil. We ate till we could eat no more, drank Fernet and coke till we justified being "hungry" again, played cards till our eyes grew sore and then said our thank-you and goodbyes as lesley and I headed back to our hostel. As we left, the guy who runs the gate said he would drive us back so we didn't have to walk late at night and alone, but we said we were fine. The side streets we took were empty and dark, yet about a block away we passed a person on the corner on the street. Tall, large calves, blonde curly hair, and a skirt that was more for decoration as all was "hanging out"....odd, but we still didn't catch on...Then a block further we saw another, then the next block another. Eh hem...after a blurry observation we realized they were all tranvestite prostitutes!!! OMG...I was trying hard not to laugh as it probably wouldn't impress them, and we picked up the pace and "casually jogged" all the way home. Never a dull moment here!

Anyhoo, Lesley's brother is coming in to town this weekend and we are all headed to Uruguay for 5 or so days. He has a friend in Punta del Este where we can stay for free, which is super sweet as I have heard that it's quite expensive there. So the plan is to take a high-speed one hour boat ride to Montevideo and then a bus from there. Im excited for another adventure. All else is well here. Ryan, one of my brothers best friends, arrived in BA lastnight and is kickin' it in the city at our place for the next couple days before he moves up North to Salta. Im giving him the "tour" via el subte today :D BE SAFE and MUCH LOVE!