Our first town outside of BA!
Trip Start
Nov 28, 2005
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Trip End
May 05, 2006
So on the First of December Carson and I took our first bus ride of a staggeringly normal (for Argentina) 11 hours. The bus however was a double decker and had so much room that you would hardly believe. I managed to stretch out almost completely flat and nap. Which was good because there wasnīt much to see except our dinner, out grazing on all the flat lands. And who wants to see what they will soon eat, anyways. Our bus was so tall, and Carson and I had the very front top seats, that hitting branches the size of small trees was rather scary. fun. our windows were predictably cracked from top to bottom. one bus station had a concrete overhang that had rather obviously been hit by more than one bus top, with chunks of concrete missing at every dip and red and yellow paint smears. One would think that a bus company might have the good grace to measure the height of the busses that will be parking there before building the roof. but then you would be wrong.
We very happily have spent some time observing the dog walkers here in Argentina. Dog walkers here usually have veterinarian training and groom and train their charges. It is amazing to see a muscular man walking twelve dogs down the street without any tangles in the leash or trouble at all. I have trouble just walking Pepino and Pepper. An unfortunate side to this is that you spend most of your time watching out for dog poo and not looking up at the architecture. there are a lot of dogs and a lot of poo in buenos aires. Cordoba seems to be better in that regard. Last night Carson and I ate at a little restaurant and a dog trotted in with typical argentine confidence and trotted back out with a whole piece of what looked like about a foot of ribs. pretty cute.
Here in Argentina everyone is very thin and pretty fashionable. thus with my fifty pounds i have on them, my flowered mumu to hide it all, my white tennis shoes and camera around my neck, i think i am doing a damn good job of fitting in.
Cordoba is a very pretty city with lots of college students. we met a swiss girl who is great and a young new yorker who was very surprised that i could tell he was from new york by his accent. why this would be a surprise i donīt know. those new yorkers.
my ipod is on the fritz (ps-donīt drop them from higher than two feet) again and we are about to board a bus to san luis tomorrow. there is an amazing park nearby apparently and so we can finally do some hiking.
sarah, i am trying to beat your Moroccan shirt record. will let you know if i do. how many days was it again??
We very happily have spent some time observing the dog walkers here in Argentina. Dog walkers here usually have veterinarian training and groom and train their charges. It is amazing to see a muscular man walking twelve dogs down the street without any tangles in the leash or trouble at all. I have trouble just walking Pepino and Pepper. An unfortunate side to this is that you spend most of your time watching out for dog poo and not looking up at the architecture. there are a lot of dogs and a lot of poo in buenos aires. Cordoba seems to be better in that regard. Last night Carson and I ate at a little restaurant and a dog trotted in with typical argentine confidence and trotted back out with a whole piece of what looked like about a foot of ribs. pretty cute.
Here in Argentina everyone is very thin and pretty fashionable. thus with my fifty pounds i have on them, my flowered mumu to hide it all, my white tennis shoes and camera around my neck, i think i am doing a damn good job of fitting in.
Cordoba is a very pretty city with lots of college students. we met a swiss girl who is great and a young new yorker who was very surprised that i could tell he was from new york by his accent. why this would be a surprise i donīt know. those new yorkers.
my ipod is on the fritz (ps-donīt drop them from higher than two feet) again and we are about to board a bus to san luis tomorrow. there is an amazing park nearby apparently and so we can finally do some hiking.
sarah, i am trying to beat your Moroccan shirt record. will let you know if i do. how many days was it again??



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Don't Cry for Me, Argentina
Hello Sophia... enjoying your travel blog... when you sent me your first posting I realized I already was keeping the same thing on my portable here in NYC, so it was easy to set up my own here. Joselyn and I are absorbing Kultur in Manhattan for a couple of weeks. You're on my list for when I add to the blog, and I'm getting a kick out of reading yours. But... traveling with your BROTHER? Is that really fun? I guess it really is... Love, Tony
MUMU
You and Carson must be a real pair. He, afraid of
height and you wearing MuMu's. I hope they are at
least Hawaiian patterns. Nice to see that Carson
is really there and not in some other country. And hasn't even shaved yet..........Love, Lane