¡che!

after returning to the farm for a few weeks to get my fix of fresh air, rambuncious children and manual labor i felt ready for the city again. so on information id recieved from a drunken frenchman, who had talked to a dreadlocked spaniard, who heard from a belgian farmer that manu chao was playing a free concert in rosario to celebrate the 80th birthday of che guevara i packed up my backpack, said my goodbyes and headed east with two other voluntarias.

we arrived early in the morning and were met by a tall, lanky kid with dark sunglasses and a swagger. this is julian. we stayed on his floor for the next 4 nights (or was it 5?) along with one of his friends who had gotten down on his luck, a danish guy and another californian. its called couch surfing ladies and gentlemen and its goshdarned fabulous. every day lasted around 20 hours every one of them different. one night we drank champagne on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city and then danced till dawn at an 80s disco, the next closed down the house at the best folk music show ive ever seen, we cheered from the front row as one of our new housemates sang-screamed-growled into the microphone at a local heavy metal venue, and froze our buns off at a free rock concert on the river... and no, manu chao wasnt in the line up. just goes to show you should never trust information offered by a drunken frenchman who heard it from a dreadlocked spaniard, etc, etc. the both of whom by the way we bumped into at the folk show and joined for various other outtings the rest of the week. but it wasnt all youth crazed debauchery. i met some of the most wonderful people on my trip to date and i have to admit, i left them with a bit of a heavy heart (not to mention eyelids), but such is the life of a traveler. i think it was kahil gibran who said something like, when the wings of love enfold you, yeild to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. ok, so its a little dramatic, but whats life without a bit of drama, eh?

and now here i am back in buenos aires being insessantly rained on and feeling extreemly thankful for the shelter of the grand palace turned office building where my spanish classes are held as i am locked out of kevins apartment till 4. oh! and goodness me its nearly 4. so as my tummy organs are gumbling noisily i think ill go find the boy and begin our daily adventure of locating vegan eateries in the land of meat and meat.

chao for now.