Hola!

We arrived safe and sound to Buenos Aires, but not without Wilkie having his fun. At the airport he thought it would be funny to yell “terrorist!” near the security checkpoints. And ticket lines. And bathrooms. I was about to board my first flight, and even though we both checked in together, just as I was about to step onto the plane I was directed to a special desk where they wanted lots of extra confirmation of my identity. And going through security I was randomly — but as expected — pulled aside to undergo more thorough screening. They locked me in a phonebooth-sized chamber, wiped a wet rag over my hands and arms (I still don’t know why), and then, um, searched me. I guess I should now reset the clock on how long it’s been since I’ve been with a woman.

Wilkie and I aren’t on good terms for now. Also I want to revise a statement from my last post where I said “Wilkie is a friend from college… “. That should now just read “Wilkie is a guy who went to college…”

Recoleta Cemetary

We visited the Recoleta Cemetary, which contains the impressive graves of Buenos Aires’ most rich, elite, and well-connected. This is a city of the dead, as each memorial site contains either a huge statue or mausoleum. Past presidents, military heroes, and celebrities are buried here, and the living are dying to secure their place here.

This is also where Evita (aka Eva Peron, the glamorized wife of a former Argentinian dictator) is buried, and people are still leaving flowers for her today.

Tango

Tango defines Argentina. Argentinians are born knowing how to tango, and you’ll find tango shows everywhere from theaters to street shows. We decided to go to a tango show, and ended up at Cafe Tortoni, a small cafe with an intimate feel that has been around Buenos Aires for over 150 years. It was a great and lively show, but unfortunately they were very strict about not allowing any photos by the audience … so here it is before the show began.

Never fear, though. The next morning I found some street tango dancers and skillfully squeezed the guy out…and myself in. I don’t think she even noticed.

Looking good in those shorts, doctor!