One Man’s Walk through life

Good Morning Buenos Aires

I’m here

I’m finally here.

After hitchiking from Chile to Jujuy, and then taking a 23 hour bus from Jujuy (that was actually 3 buses, some with movies…when did Steven Seagall get all old and fat?) I finally arrived in Buenos Aires at 5am yesterday. I was SO ready to get here.

And it’s awesome.

This city is some weird mix of Manhattan, Paris, and London. The people are wonderful, so cariñosos, warm, passionate. I asked a bus driver if he was going to an address on my map, and actually took the map and spent two blocks figuring out where it was best for me to get off. Cab drivers, random people on the street, haircutters, everyone is so cool.

I wanted to get some sleep last night, but I wound up getting talked into going out to a neighborhood bar, 2 hours later, I was falling asleep, so I came back to the hostal (around 2?) only to find the next wave of partyers who dragged me to another club. Needless to say I got up after noon

And of course there’s the dancing.

I already talked to some swing dancers here, and it would take probably the end of the world to keep me from going out to a swing venue on Sunday. There are like 20 tango classes a day by different companies, and in 9 minutes, I am going to try my luck at one of them…

This city is going to eat me alive…and I’m going to love every minute of it.