Eating out: Buenos Aires

After eating here I´ve decided that Odysseus must have landed not on some island but instead in Buenos Aires when his men partook in the eating of Helios cattle.  The meat here is about as good as anything i´ve ever had in the US and cheaper than a super sized 1/4 punder with a McFlurry.  Last niight after taking a few sips of wine and nibbling on some bread, the waiter arrived with a succulent portion of beef tenderloin medallions.  I said a quik prayer, and then sinking my fork into that first delicate piece, i found that the meat folded right apart, making th use of a knife superflous (perhaps as much so as this description).  With just less than copious amounts of flavor, the niblet took my tastebuds on a wonderful journey that started in a green pasture and ended in some blissful community just south of heaven.  Next a small fried portion of potato caught my gaze and took me, be it along a different route, right to the same local.  The rest of the night continued as we were serranaded by a multitude of different languages, only one of which was our own.  Then the check came, slowly we unflolded it.  3/4 of a bottle of wine, two extravagently tasty steaks, one water, bread, what had we done?  Would i be packing my bags early, could my somewhat dimishing undergraduate pocket book servive such a thrashing.  The check turned gravely in my hands, and there it was. Few times had numbers with so many digits appeared on bills belonging to me (even on those occaisions my parents were the ones gracious enough to provide the monetary backing for such eyeboggling expenses).  And then, a discovery.  122 pesos only amounted to around 30 dollars americana, and since I still maintained my somewhat stingy ways from times past, Keiths portion and not my own comprised the majority of the cost.  Thougths of lonely plane rides were ommited and and I scoffed the idea of an early return as the equivalent of around 13 dollars easily left my once perspiring palms that now confidently gripped a seemingly meager amount of money considering the magical feast that had just transpired. 
After taking one last breath full of remembrance, we departed our oasis of mastication to return the bohemian residence curerntly serving as our place of rest.

Day 2

So far the only person I have following this thing is my girlfriend Charlotte, who also happens to be one of the few people who was apathetic about my writing one, so the rest of you better get on it. 
Today was a wonderful day in the wide world of Buenos Aires.  I had my first experience on any Subway where I felt like a sardine moving at high speeds through an enlargened worm tunnel, but such is life.  Keith and I managed to take in the Japanese gardens where I could not tell the difference between a drinking fountain and a decoration.  We also went to teh botanical gardens which felt like a set for Jurassic Park.  Then we took a nice long walk over to the cemetary.  If you have ever been to the one in New Orleans just multiply that by about ten and you´ll have an idea of the scope of this place.  My degree finally paid off (Thanks parents) and I am sure that I bored Keith with my continual remarks on the Chi Rho symbol, mandorlas, cruciform halos and a short history on stained glas.  None the less I was like a kid in a candy store looking at all the amazing sculptures.  Speaking of which, the romanesque sculptures proliferate the roadsides here in such a way that by the end of our walking on more 60 foot tall galloping horsman served to do nothing more than give off some shade while we stopped to look at a map. 
All in all things are going swimmingly, after two days I´ve decided that while culture changes durastically people are the same all over.  Hope all is well-Love from Buenos Aires

goodbyes and thanks

So let's start off with thanking everyone who helped me in getting out of the country.  Thanks to Charlotte for setting up my blog post (yes I am that pathetic), thanks parents, and thanks to everyone else who helped me to plan the trip (so far we have a total of four days planned out and we leave tomorrow, go ducks).  For all of you who will be reading this I will try and keep the philosophical jibber jabber to a minimum and instead put that English major to use by relocating you to some remote portion of South America if only for a few sentences.  Thanks again, hope you enjoy the reading.
Logan