What's New, Buenos Aires?

Adios Buenos Aires

We’re sitting at our new favorite cafe in the world, La Biela, sipping cafe con leche and plotting what our final helado flavors will be this afternoon (at least I am!) before we head to the airport for our flight tonight. Muchas gracias, Buenos Aires!

¡Fútbol!

“Please. Please. When we get to the stadium… when we get to the stadium, nobody is to speak English very loud.”

And so began our loud, exciting entry into international soccer. Then came the singing in unison before the game through several minutes after, taunting, and this weird hand guesture like you’re trying to flick water from the back of your hand to the other side of the stadium.

Craziness, but fun.

—Dave

Things I don’t understand

Things I don’t understand about life in Argentina:

• When two roads cross, instead of having stop signs at all four streets, there is nothing. I call it a “four way go.” It is very dangerous, as you can imangine. Why not add stop signs?

• Siestas are awesomeo, but why must they eat dinner so late here? Restaurants don’t even start to have more that a few people until after 9 p.m.

• Little kids in school here wear little white lab coats as their school uniform. My bro and I have joked that they’re raising a generation of mad scientists to take over the world.

I’m sure there’s more, but that’s it for now …

— Jodie