I just got back from a little beach town a few hours outside of Buenos Aires, and I'm sorry to say that I've nothing to report. No condecending government employees, no crazy haircuts, and no insane futból fans. Just a very pleasing weekend in a town very similar to San Diego.
Well, there was a casino, and anyone remotely familiar with my gambling history should know how that ended. To save what cash I had remaining, I decided to cook dinner at the hostel. For everyone. I've had plenty of ambitious ideas before, but cooking dinner for a dozen people is up there with the best of them. I figured that a stir-fry couldn't be much harder than my usual PB&J. It was, but the meal turned out to be remarkably edible.
The town I was in, Mar Del Plata, will host the Summit of the Americas in a few weeks. Besides making it very difficult to find a room, this gave the town a very politically charged feel. I was asked about my thoughts by anyone who knew I was from the US, and I was even interviewed for a documentary. [Note: I've been staring at the computer screen for 20 minutes trying to come up with some joke incorporating Miguel Moore, because I think that's too good of a pun to waste, but I'm really tired. Any suggestions are welcome.]
I've got a busy week of final papers ahead of me, but I'll update you all as soon as I can.
M
