What I’m listening to: Still the One by Orleans
Hola from Buenos Aires! My first time in South America, AND my first time south of the equator, I really wasn’t sure what to expect.

But at my first stop- the Starbucks still in the airport, everyone was so friendly I felt it could only be a good sign. This was reinforced by cookies waiting for me when I checked into my hotel – which were genuinely so good I still think about them. They were vanilla cookies filled with dulce de leche and rolled in coconut.


I had to start off my sightseeing with a trip to see the famous Casa Rosada aka Argentina’s version of the White House. I followed that with a stop at Cafe Tortoni – the oldest and most famous coffeehouse in the country. There I found myself translating in my awful Spanish for the Brit sitting next to me – although I think divine intervention may have been the only thing that got his order correct.



I had a very balanced lunch of a flan and a type of hot chocolate where you stir a submarine shaped stick of chocolate into a glass of hot milk.


I also went to a church that sits on one end of the famous plaza the Casa Rosada presides over. In that church is the tomb of a very famous general.
One of the evenings I was there I went to dinner at my hotel. I think I had steak at most of the meals I ate in Argentina, but this was one of the best.



After dessert and coffee they brought out a little box of cookies. Isn’t that so cute?
Of course, I had to visit the grave of Eva Perón, so I got up early one morning and headed out to La Recoleta Cemetery, which is actually pretty much in the middle of the city.



Argentina is also famous of their spas, and I visited two of them while I was there. One of them, inside the hotel Faena, has this very glamorous pool.


Of course, one of my main objectives while I was in Buenos Aires was to visit the Opera House which is one of the most famous in the world. I was lucky enough to see cav/pag – the classic opera double-bill combining Pietro Mascagni’s Cavalleria rusticana and Ruggero Leoncavallo’s Pagliacci.




¡Muy bueno!
Peace,
KJ
















































































































































