Oh it's a fantastic thing being me, Australia, walking into a supermarket in Argentina and being talk to the store owners in Chinese coz I couldn't say what I wanted in Spanish. It's lovely. It's a Banana grilled Pparrilla style.
I read in a toilet in Salvador that there are more psychiatrists per capita in Buenos Aires than anywhere else in the world. I've been trying very hard to figure out why, but have not gotten very far. Sure the men are supposed to be absolute heart-throbs and -breakers. Tango is fiery and passionate and sexy as hell. The music of BA is dramatic and powerful and intense. The food; wholesome and rich. Why are the people here so loco?
Anyhow. It has been a good weekend. Very productive. Friday night Vamsi's friend had a birthday party in the city centre. It's a few blocks out of San Telmo (the old trendy area of town), into La Boca, which is more run down, poorer, and more garbage around. We had dinner beforehand at this parrilla place, I made the silly mistake of ordering salmon. The seafood here has been horrible, and I don't know why I hope so fervently for it everywhere I go, I've been disappointed everytime. The party was on the roof top of their hostel/apartment. Was cool being in a room full of people who can speak English. A really cozy feeling.
