Its 4am. Do you know where your child is?

I decided to splurge a little bit tonight, being that I now have funds again (that is a shout out/blow below the belt, Dan). Went to an all you can eat parillia and spent 63 pesos. Bout 17 dollars. That included all the meat you could eat off the grill; chicken, ribs, steak, filet minion, vacio, and jamon, with a bottle of wine and desert - Im going to cry for you, Argentina. What a great way to end my trip, after spending the day marveling Rodins, Monets and Picassos. Spent some time at Eva Peron´s museum - she was an amazing person, and ended the night dancing at Crobar, a crazy insane club that was packed full of Argentine women. Geez. Now that I am sufficiently hammered, it is off the bus station for a transfer to the airport, from where I should arrive in Lima (cross your fingers) and head to Ica for some sandboarding and late night endeavours - then off to Machu Picchu. I am staring down the last month of my travels and am beginning to sense the impending doom of finding a job and a place to stay, not to mention that little bird in my ear named reality. I have no idea how I am going to function in the real world once I get back. Something tells me rehab and a therapist (and maybe at little mota) are in my near future. Ive gotta get back to BA, though, as this seems to be the center of the world. So glad I made the trip to Argentina. Someone please remind me to email my friends I made here when my brain gets back to a stable state.