Live from high atop Buenos Aires

I know, I know - it's been a million years since I've written anything. And even longer since I've written anything of substance. But here I am, on the 20th floor of an apartment building in Buenos Aires, Argentina sharing a few of my thoughts and gross generalizations. I'm just starting out on a 18-day trip with one of my closest homeboys from college.

BA is a big and beautiful city. Lots of parks, tree lined streets, old buildings with decorative wrought iron balconies, newly constructed skyscrapers, and interesting stories behind them all.

It is notable that I once again find myself in a place where I'm not marked as an outsider. The Argentinians are snobbish about their European decent - marking them, in their minds, as superior from those descended from the indigenous peoples who make up the bulk of the population in other Central and South American countries. As a result of this caucasian bent - and my outrageously manly stubble - everyone here assumes I'm a local. My mediocre spanish betrays the reality of the situation.

It's 12:22 in the am, but Nate and I are about to head out for some late night drinking and dancing. The sun doesn't set here until 9 or 10 (it's verano in el hemisphero del sur, silly) and Argentinians are known for their night owl tendencies.

I've liked writing this post a lot. Hopefully I'll be able to find some more time to write as Nate and I begin our travels up into the Andes, back across the country to Iguazu Falls, and finally into Uruguay where we'll lie on the warm Atlantic beaches and ogle the local beauties. I also have my camera, so you'll get to see some of my pictures eventually. Adios.