Home sweet home

I absolutely love Buenos Aires. The city has such a metropolitan European flavor, in the heart of South America. The city never sleeps, but lacks the overwhelming pretense of cities like NY. The steaks cost as much as a Big Mac, are served on a large wooden plank, and grilled to PERFECTION. You can also get any cut of meat you want for 8 dollars - Ive seen stuff on the menus that they wouldnt dream of serving in the states. Beef heart on a stick, anyone? Headed to an Argentine soccer match in a few days (gonna sport my light blue, baby), after which I am going to head north to the birthplace of Che Gueverra. I have met a few Argentines during my travel, and I can say that I haven´t been disappointed in the least in the reality of my expectations. The most beautiful people in the world are here. Great designers, too. Ive spent hours thumbing through local artists works, marveling at the prices and energy of their creation. Of all the places I have been, BA is definitely my favorite. I am going to give it another week, and if my enamoration hasn´t worn off, I might look for a job teaching English. But, I haven´t visted Tigre yet, which may change everything. And, of course Carnaval is right around the corner. I should have brought my BurningMan wardrobe. Guess I will have to make due with what I have...

Dos mas, por favor

OK. Im in trouble. Two more Argentenian ladies, two more crazy nights. I gotta stop this. These Argentine ladies travel in pairs (apparantly), and are more than a handful. Beuno suerta a la casino, malo suerta a la noche. I am going to have my head spinning when I get to BA. They have given me so many recommendations, I dont think I will have time to see everything. I was up at the casino big time, at 3am in the morning no less, when my good luck charms ran out and took all my winnings with them. Granted, I gave it up willingly, but not before I got in a few good rounds. I cant tell you how awesome the Argentine people are. Sùper friendly, very interested, and fun as shit to boot. Anybody that has such an affinity for meat cant be too bad. Been hanging around Lima for the most part (Miraflores), with a few ventures to other barrios. But, who needs to go anywhere when you are the party, no? My spanish is getting better (i think), but the looks of complete confusion when I think I am being correct tells me that it is all in my head. I dont know what I am going to do with myself when I get to BA. All I know is that I spent too much time in Costa Rica. I think I am very lucky for finding some tour guides with lots of friends to boot. Thank my lucky stars for resting my liver before my trip. Im gonna need some really good shoes in BA, as tango is the thing to do. I still have a few decisions left to make when I return to Peru in three weeks - Machu Picchu in the south, or a visit with a shamman in the North. I dont think I will be able to do both, but the shamman visit seems most appealing, given that it will be a once in a lifetime experience. But, as much as I have seen, I think one could travel the world for a living and never see enough. As long as see enough for the next year, I think I will be OK. I do know one thing though - Ive seen enough to last me a couple of months, and forgotten just enough to keep going...

Another Year Older

Well, it was my birthday a few days ago and I have aged quite a bit. NOT! Rode a chicken bus for 7 hours the other day (think elementary school bus packed with people on a durt road at 12.7km per hour), that was absolutely brutal. Got stuck in a nepotistic town in Nicaragua without any electricity for 5 days thanks to the antiquated power grid. I am now back in San Jose biding my time before I head to South America for a month. I had my totem read last night, which was shocking. I havent felt that naked in a long time (except for my shower earlier that morning). Weird when someone you barely know can see so much with such clarity, and have such wonderful things to say about it. The hardest thing about traveling is watching your friends leave to go to other places, and yet I think that is the best part about it. Ugh. I just had some Doogie Howser flashback type thing sitting here writing a journal. Out of sheer fright, I am signing off. Lets hope I make it through cutoms fine in Peru!!!!

About last night...

So, on Ometepe Island, I was eating at a little soda with my friends Peter and Erin. The owner had rescued a little white faced monkey that had been attacked by dogs and was nursing him back to health. He was a cute little bugger, so I decided to go over and pet him. Let the sexual assault begin. The little thing climbed on my arm, stuck out his penis, and proceeded to hump my arm like a, well, wild monkey. I started laughing while trying to fend him off. Apparantly that only got him more riled up, as he climbed up on the back of my head, grabbed a handfull of hair with one hand, began biting my ear, and was scratching his ass with his other hand. He had both legs firmly wrapped around my neck while his tail was flailing wildly. Luckily, Peter was there to lure him away with a sopping wet piece of bread. I got video of my wild monkey sex excursion, and am pleased to report that no animals were harmed during the filming of said video. I did walk away with my personal space violated, but my ego was strangely inflated knowing that, at least to wild white faced monkey, the back of my head was pretty fricking cute. I am headed to the Corn Islands soon, so send up a prayer that there arent any horny ears of corn running around.