Thepunkguy

Let’s say this; traveling to South America is not easy. I mean 21 hours door to door from New York City to Buenos Aires, Argentina is no fucking joke. You have to be prepared with at least 2 tylenol PMs and a resilience against awful haircuts.

A few things you need to know about Buenos Aires:

a. Most people don’t speak English. And this isn’t just me talking like a dumb American, expecting everyone to speak MY language, I mean not that many people speak it at all. So be prepared to point a lot. And grunt. Damn, I grunt a lot.

b. Kids have tails. Not like demons but like I had when I was a kid when I lived in New Jersey. So not like a cool tail, like a guido tail.

c. The service is not great here but the food is. So be prepared to sit around a ton.

d. Food is cheap. Like amazingly cheap. below is what I ate for dinner 2 nights ago:

Bread. A bottle of water. A Diet Coke. Three Italian appetizers: mushrooms, calamari and mozzarella cheese and vegetables. Stuff shells with ricotta.
Pasta in a white truffle sauce. A dessert plate that comprised of: Tiramisu, flan, strawberries and ice cream.

Total Price: 20 dollars. No Joke.

e. If a place is prix fixe’d, they will not talk to you at all, just bring out dish after dish. I swear the people next to me had a completely different meal than me without anyone asking me anything. I didn’t talk to the waiter once.

f. the A Team in spanish is still hysterical.

g. So is NEXT on MTV.

h. Homer’s voice in Spanish is not.

Ok that’s it for now. More soon. I’ll probably post some pictures up today or tomorrow. Took some nice ones today.

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