All night long we worried about it, not knowing the other one was awake worrying too. The bathroom sink wouldn't drain--or rather, drained verrrry slowly, like took 10 minutes or so. So, Bob, being Bob, put on his fixit hat and went to work. Translating badly, we figured we'd pour the sobre (envelope) down the pilota (pilot?), add water, leave for the night and repeat every 30 days--should the pilot live that long.There was no picture on the box so he wa...

We're getting a lot of walking in as we go to these ferias--three so far this weekend. After we got back from this morning's shopping we ate lunch, then walked down to the river--about 10 blocks.

It started in the barrios bordering the Rio de la Plata-- wild, raucous, mean and sexual. Verbiage from the prisons mixed with passion from the ships ran riot in the streets of Buenos Aires and the river cities of Uruguay.Full of sadness and pathos—a tango is a a song of longing for the old country, longing for sweethearts, longing for love. Terribly tragic, the music sings of lost everything like a bad country western ballad.This tango, this erotic dance ...

Yesterday we and some friends from school went on a city tour. It was interesting and something we like to do when we’re in a new area. It gives you a sense of place and all. Our last stop was at such a lovely point overlooking the river that five of us left the tour and stayed there for dinner, thinking we’d just walk back because our guide said it would only take us an hour.We had a great time laughing and enjoying the beautiful evening on this deck...

Unlike the father you used to know, this one gets up somewhere around 8:00, has toast w/cheese for breakfast--with a packet of freeze dried coffee, says Hasta Luega to his new mommy and walks to school. It is quite a change. We're doing better at staying up late even though it tends to make us grumpy, and doing much better at sleeping in--sort of sleeping. Our room has a saggy bed, dim lightbulb, tight quarters, one outlet, and two shelves. Translation: It...