Sep 28, 2011
I make a positive decision to leave today, for the main reason that Boca Juniors are playing tomorrow night in the Copa Libertadores final. This is a match I simply must get tickets for. After saying my goodbyes to my new found friends, I make my way to the bus terminal for the 16 hour journey to Buenos Aires. I've decided to skip Cordoba, as I've heard the women are so beautiful there I will just literally have my heart broken every step and my head fall off my neck trying to look at them. I'd imagine BA is no different. After watching three schmaltzy movies about love, (who do they think takes these buses?) I wind up in the capital, blinking in the early morning sun. Incidentally each film made me cry.