Laprida Suites Buenos Aires

... freak in a good way - he had a collection of crazy hats that he would put on one after another and go outside and talk to people to try and get them to come in. We had picked it because Lonely Planet recommended. They were right (they have about a 75% success rate in my book). What's funny is that both the waiter and I think the owner had asked us where we were from and when we said Sacramento they both started talking about the good basketball in ...

... a field study seminar (FSS) on research methods, and an independent study research project (ISP) using those research methods to study some topic having to do with human rights and/or social movements. All are taught entirely in Spanish, claro que si. My Spanish class is ok, not really anything exciting to report about there. We’re split into four different classes based on how well we did on a written and oral ...

... got burnt from the sun, but now I am quite tan J. Later that afternoon when it started to rain, as it always does in the afternoon, a few of us played some tag in the pouring rain which was amazing and reminded me of my camper days.

All over the resort were these raccoon-like animals that walk up to you at the pool, will either grab on to your bag, unzip it, even open coolers, and take what ever is inside. My friend had a war over a ...

... even at this early stage, but we are now sorted. This means we only have one more place to book, Rio, then it's all over!!! We want to try and treat ourselves in Rio and rent out a small studio apartment for the 10 days we are there, but funds may restrict this! Please note, all contributions are welcome!! We watched the highlights of yesterdays footy and it was all mainly concentrated on Argentina's 6-1 thrashing....very funny! We then got our stuff ...

... America taught in Spanish!) by local professors and a humanities class as well as an 'international experience' class. I started to make all kinds of new friends in the program, many of which I had never met before, and really began to love Argentine culture... a culture where everyone gives kisses on the cheek when they see each other and even when they ...

... had somehow managed to bring along a double bass and piano, despite the whole street being pedestrianised. They are www.ciudadbaigon.com.ar - check them out! When I finally felt I'd seen it all, I jumped on a bus towards the Plaza de Mayo and eventually found myself outside the Casa Rosada, the former presidential residence and still the seat of government. Got talking to a couple of Texan guys in the square who were on their way south ...

... which showed that I know no Spanish whatsoever, and got put in a class with lovely people, including a Dutch girl:) Have made friends with all kinds of people that I will tell you all about at a later point, but right now my fingers are cramping up so can only imagine what your eyes are feeling like:) Suffice it to say, it was a good day so far. Am about to have dinner and probably off for a drink with Liz afterwards... Will keep you posted!!! Loads of love, Aish:)

... hoping to verify if it was them, and leave my email on their night stand. I had forgotten about the problems they've had with the hostel workers ... I ended up scaring the poor girls! They quickly sat up in bed with a look of shock on their faces, but look relieved once they saw it wasn't a creepy hostel guy, only a creepy Canadian backpacker. I didn't have much time, so I sheepishly apologized and gave them my email ...

... We also pretended to be guests of the Panamericano Hotel to snap a view of the city from above. A staff member busted us in the act, but not before we snapped a great shot of the city that appears to go on forever. In the evening we returned to Café Tortoni for our first Tango Show in their intimate downstairs theatre. The show was great. Surprisingly not as sexual as we expected, but cool none the less. There was a guy who hit ...

... toda una personalidad, pinta, teje, hizo una alfombra que está en su sala y tardo 9 años en tejerla. Yo creo qie es el prototipo de un Wohlmuth!. Es la artista de la familia. Su esposo Mario está enfermo, creo que Parkinson ya bastante avanzado y ella lo atiende toda la tarde, sin muchacha, sin enfermera, ella. En su casa estaba su nieta, la hija de Gaby. Tomamos un rico licuado de mandarina, que hace "todos" (con tono hiper super yeque) los lunes y mi ...