Y vos?

Dear Friends Worried and Not-So-Worried,

You can breathe now, I'm safely in Buenos Aires.

Because the airline lost (misplaced?) a plane in Caracas, my travel from Reno to Buenos Aires took three days. It's all very mysterious.

I've been chillin' in the nest of my feathered friends Justine and Aly in Belgrano, a posh neighborhood in the city proper. They just moved here a week ago and have set out to live the bohemian life in Buenos Aires... music, art, and wearing feathers in their hair. We've been filling our evenings and nights and early mornings with people, food, and dancing. Coming back from the Outside Inn (a...house?) last night, I commented "Wow, the city lights are very weird here, the night sky looks BLUE right now!" And Aly said: "That would be because it's 6am now." I ate breakfast today at 5pm.

On a bus, I sat next to a guy who did not seem to notice that the girl he'd just picked up was actually a man. Satisfying.

I've been playing a game here where I try to use the word "vos" (Argentine for "tu") at every chance I get, and also trying to pronounce things the Argentine way. I think I giggle every time I say "vos" or make a "j" sound and the unsuspecting people I'm talking to don't realize that they are a part of my game. My favorite sentence was "Yo llegue ayer" (Jo jegue ajer).

I'm heading down south to El Calafate on Friday (by plane). It's like 1200 miles away or so and it's the most southern area I want to go to. Forecast: horizontal sheet rain.

Keep me updated on your lives!
Ana