Splash!

After I wrote last, the tres amigas pulled ourselves together and hit the streets of Buenos Aires. The weather here is warm (70´s & 80´s?) and it seems like afternoon rain showers are common. Therefore, the cobbled streets have a fair amount of puddles, and missing and wobbly tiles. Every few steps one of us would get soaked. Trish and mary were wearing appropriate footwear for this (ie: sandals) my leather flats were not so appropriate and now have a thorough coating of south american mud on them. It´s something you forget about traveling, how you have to watch the street at the same time as you are wanting to look up and see what is all around you. Don´t get caught up in viewing the architecture or else "splash" there was a sudden realization of what is below your feet.

Splash is also an appropriate term for how it feels to be here. Like "splash " we´ve just been dropped down into another world which feels unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. Every few minutes I feel like I have to remind myself that I´m halfway around the world. Buenos Aires feels immediately comfortable to me. Perhaps it is that the culture is similar enough to spain, or that my language skills have improved, or perhaps it is also having trish and mary as touchstones. Whatever the case, I feel remarkably at ease here, despite the occasional "splashes" that remind me that I´m halfway across the world. In South America, In Buenos Aires, which is, from what I have been able to tell thus far a really really cool city.