Ojos Que No Ven

Well hello there! I'm not good about these types of things, but I will try and post regularly. Here are just a few thoughts of Buenos Aires so far. This definitely does not summarize my experience, but I didn't feel like repeating the same (now boring) stories about my home-stay, etc. For the record, everything is just dandy!


There are a lot of things about this city that I find hilarious and wonderful. For example, the napkins.

They don't know how to make paper products here. The napkins are made of plastic and/or wax paper. They smear rather than absorb and are also no bigger than a post-it. The tissues and toilet paper aren't much better. Maybe Americans are just messier than Porteños -- I'd believe it.

I was also surprised by how many dogs there are in this city. Most are owned but a good amount are also strays. They all seem well-fed, though, and they are all incredibly well trained. I'm pretty sure I stand out as a tourist by swooning over every dog I see. It also takes longer to get anywhere with me, because I stop every five minutes to go "Aww, puppy!!"

I mentioned that I hadn't seen as many attractive porteños as I thought I would, and my friend curtly reminded me that I spend too much time looking at animals to pay attention to the men. Oops. It's definitely true, though...I'm blissfully unaware. You have to be, though, because here if you make eye-contact with a guy, that basically means you want to (or at least would) have sex with him. Who knew? I'm not just talking about a deep, penetrating gaze, either. A casual glance can mean, "Yes, I want you to use a lame pick-up line on me." Last night these men used the exact same line on us twice. At different times. In the same location. Could they honestly have forgotten?

Sometimes the men trick you here. You think they are attractive, and then they turn around and you see their rat-tail, their ONE dreadlock, their four or five dreadlocks...you name it, they have it. I want to bring around scissors with me and just start snipping these things off. I really can't imagine who led these men to believe this was a good look. I might be too nice sometimes, but I would never go so far as to compliment a single, SIDE dreadlock on a man's head. Don't worry too much, though. There is plenty of eye-candy to go around. You just have to check the hair first.

I saw a vampire last night. No joke. Either they exist and he was one, or he truly believes he is. (I'm sure you know which theory I believe). This guy wore all black, including a black trench coat, had slicked-back black hair, a goatee of sorts, and the craziest eyes I have ever seen. He looked like he was trying to hypnotize us by hiding his irises...that's the only way I can explain it. It was intense -- trust me. Don't worry, though. I wasn't attracted to this particular vampire. A little too sleazy/serial killer-esq for my taste. Besides, where was the bleached-blonde hair and fake British accent?

I think I'll end on that note. Fitting, right? I will try to update more often now that I'm more settled here. We'll see if anyone reads...

Chao!