Don't Cry for me, Buenos Aires

Alright, so the going away party last night was really tame, but a really nice goodbye. Everyone at Piola was really nice. Whenever someone leaves here, everyone has to give a little speech, like a toast. I personally love toasts, and this goodbye process has made me be a little bit more comfortable making one - having to do it in Spanish made me realize I shouldn't be self-conscious to do it in my own language ever again-at least I'll know what I'm saying. Anyway. 

In a couple hours, we leave this view behind forever

The photo is from my friend Justin's album of his visit here. It's looking out from our balcony. I like that balcony. There are also some new photos up on Kendra's picasa web album, HERE! I've been snapping with a few disposable cameras, so once I get home, I can show a few of my own pictures from this leg of the trip. I can't believe that we're already heading out! The time here has been so nice but I am pretty excited not to be having to dodge buses and rich ladies' big purses every time I step out the door. The purses more-so - a lady with a big purse, hiding her eyes behind a big pair of sunglasses, can be much more daunting than a big bus. And more dangerous, statistically speaking.

So yeah, tomorrow this time, I'll be in Cordoba. A couple days from now, I'll be careening down some street in Mendoza, lips purple from wine. Then who knows.