Buenos Dias Argentina

It's 7 a.m. and Katie and I are freezing. We have been waiting for a bus for over an hour and our summer garb is not sufficient against the chilling 50 degree air. We've been waiting at this bus stop outside the Aerolineas International Airport, waiting for bus 86 to take us to down town. Unfortunately we wrongly predicted there would be a greater prevalence of English speakers whom we could call on for assistance. We have run into no such person. There is a group of Argentinians waiting near us, obviously curious about our business there, but since we don't have a clue what they are saying we ignore them. We learned about bus 86 in a guidebook we read in the West Chester, Ohio public library. Too bad we didn't bother to look when the book was published.

Not too long after we decided we would take the next bus everyone else boarded a group of airline employees arrived and they directed us to take bus line, which included bus 86. We meandered through street lined with white cement homes with clay tile roofs. Little attention is paid to street line, most are non existent or severely faded, and cabbies and men on motorcycles weave in and out of traffic. I can't believe our bus hasn't wiped out half the motorcycle drivers in town.

With assistance from one other 'English' speaker...'I know 'hello' and 'goodbye' he said, we made it to a Millhouse Hostel.

So now the we have walked the area, taken the subway and made friends who took us to an amazing dinner in an area known as Palerma. We tasted the beef and wine Argentina is famous for.. for good reason! And we've planned a trip to Tigre Delta for tomorrow. Overall Argentina is wonderful. It has a strong European influence, but Sunday when we WWOOF in the organic Christian community we are staying with for two weeks I hope we see a different side of the country.

Katie and I are exhausted and opting out of the night life scene...not enough energy or money to explore bars.