Feirs Park Buenos Aires

... see foto Jbelow). Who has ever<br>heard of apple milk? It was AWFUL! Last<br>year we thought we were buying orange juice and we ended up with orange milk.<br>Now that was good&#8212;much like a liquid dreamsicle.<br><br><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><br><br><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><br><br><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><br><br><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><br><br>

... Retiro Bus Station for an hour or so before finding a bus that was leaving at an hour corresponding with my travel plans. Stepping onto the bus line was like walking into a santuary. The seats were plus and leaned close to 180 degrees back...I had two seats to myself and had little to worry about except what movie they would play. The scenery up till sunset ...

There had been a lot of hype in the build up to our visit to the Argentine capital.<br><br>From friends´ claims that they cannot wait to get back to the city to newspaper clippings arriving from parents detailing what to do, the build up had been bigger than any other city we had traveled to in South America.<br><br>Buenos Aires certainly delivered. Seven days is not nearly enough time in a city that offers a smorgasbord of great architecture, sensational food, non ...

... but you can also "follow" the chicken, pig, and lamb, and by "follow" I mean "devour copious amounts of various cuts until you're physically ill". The desserts are just as gluttonously delicious as the main courses with options ranging from the Volcán Chocolate (Chocolate Volcano) to Crépes to fruit salad, to an assortment of fresh ice creams. The restaurant fronts the River Plate in the swanky, posh neighborhood of Puerto Madero. <br><br>Following the advice of fellow ...

Well we kicked off our whistle stop tour of South America with the capital of Argentina, Buenos Aires.<br> <br>Meeting my sister and Stuart at the airport, we were soon heading off to the flat we had rented in the trendy area of Palermo in the north of the city, which after a bit of getting lost down deserted streets, we soon found was full of little cafes, restaurants and boutique shops, and was a great place to base ourselves to explore the city.<br> <br ...

... un surub. M-am instalat frumos si ma uitam cum al meu sotz iubit (x+ vreo 30kg) se catara cu dexteritatea unui elefantzel, zguduind tot patul. Frumuselul care dormea dedesubt se ridica buimac in fund, stand panicat, gata sa o rupa la fuga din cauza cutremurului pe care il banuia. Eu nu mai puteam sa respir de ras, ma apucase tusea, in timp ce Dragoshelu´ se cuibarea comfortabil in patucul lui de la etaj, nebanuind panica pe care o starnise nitzel mai jos. Acum s-a mutat in patul de sub ...

And you thought Portland was rainy! The room we are staying in here at Casa Palermitano has exceptionally high ceilings, why I think the doors to our room are well over 10 feet. The are beautiful old wooden doors that are double and quite skinny in width. I can't squeeze my suitcase in by wheeling it in. But all night long on the skylight we could hear it raining. So this am when we awoke (at 10am, we really must be on vacation) we were delighted to see no rain. Still ...

... and then visit one of the many Irish bars in BA. I am happy to report we succeeded on all accounts although the bartender had NO idea how to pull a pint of Guinness. This problem was solved by me coming to the rescue and getting behind the bar and producing three pints which were a darn sight better tasting. We also started a crazy drinking game, instigated by Conor and enhanced by me. Unfortunately in the interest of decency and in the ...

... 50 meters from the entrance to my hostel. I learned that the last line on the subways was not the transfer line which you would think. Instead I rode the subway back a stop to a place called Lima where transfer was available. Palermo is the place I intend on living. Matt Rothman who is a friend of Wendy's from Pitt has been extreamly helpful in move to BsAs. The apartment I saw was nice. I could live there and be ...

... n'a évidemment pas de monnaie de change, je m'adresse aux autres spassagers et finit par trouver une brave dame qui me change mon billet de $2. Une chance que je ne sois pas monté dans ce bus avec mon billet de $100! Le trajet dure environ 2 heures dans ce bus bondé de locaux et sans air conditionné avec une température qui frôle les 35 degrés. Il est vrai que le tarif est extrêmement concurrentiel, les cars plus "touristiques ...