Buenos Aires

It's been about 2 weeks in Buenos Aires and thing have come together quite nicely. Work is going well, circus is keeping me in shape, and Spanish lessons start tomorrow morning. I believe Amy has some pictures up on facebook, and I'll try to get a link to them soon for those that need it. I have to apologize for taking fewer and fewer pictures. As we settle in and live more and more like locals, we tend to have our camera on us less. Perhaps I need a camera phone.

Over the past two weeks I've come across some things I love, and some things I love less. For example, I love biking in this city. There are no real laws, and bikes compete with cars and motorcycles for space, jockeying for position as if it were Nascar.

Two-wheeled unicycle. I call it a two-nacycle. Fishy.

What I love less is the 4-5 hour journey that was our trip to the international shipping office. It was taken over by the government at some point and went down the tubes. In short, if you're feeling like sending me a gift/package/whatever, don't do it unless you hate me or you think it's worth waiting forever for. What I love is that I consider every day that you each haven't shipped me a package a little gift. Thank you so much, to reciprocate, I have elected to not write you a thank-you letter.

I also love the little cafes that are ubiquitous in this city. What I love less is the feeling that bringing my laptop into them will get marked for a stabbing/robbing if I do it for long enough. On the plus side, it keeps me from living on the Internets.

Medialuna = sticky croissant = lounging

I've just taken some pictures of our current apartment and I'm sure they'll be on facebook soon. Now that we've settled into this place (in the middle of a 2-month stay), we're looking at weekend trips out of Buenos Aires. This last weekend we went to Tigre, an enmorous delta that we'll have to return to kayak to. It's fully populated, with river signs that read like street signs. Next weekend we're aiming to stay at an estancia outside the city for some horse-play, canoeing, and living like a gaucho.

[photo album link misplaced due to time rift]