...'thunk'..

So after a long flight on Sunday, which incidently after already havin been cancelled on the Friday was then delayed by an hour and a half, behind a crying baby I arrived in Buenos Aires....to pouring rain!

¡Viva Argentina!

How ever while the next day was also wet all following days have been sunny and clear, although still below 10 degrees, and for those of you in Sydney who know i complain about 18 degrees.... I have since hardened up (well I dont deal with less than ten, but I think 18 would now be quite noice thank you).

I have spent most of my days wandering around the city taking in the sigths. Highlights include the cemetery in Ricoleta where Evita is buried, which contains streets of family crypts side by side in a city of death, many which have been visited at some point by grave robbers. An incredibly bizarre experience to walk amongst them as there is a mix of sombre respect for the dead, eeire calmness, possible disapproving stares from the heavens at taking pictures all juxtaposed by the '!my tomb/crypt/statue is bigger than yours¡'

On Wednesday I did my obligitory tour, but with a bit of a twist, a street art tour around Palermo and its surrounding suburbs. Facsinating from a cultural point of view as well as an art one, and ofcourse a bit of a passion of mine.

And ofcourse what I would have to say epitomises my ideal image of how I pictured Argentina before arriving was coming across a couple doing tango in a local square in San Telmo in the early afternoon with the public sitting around drink coffee or beer under a clear blue sky.

lots of love, Buenos Aires x

p.s. amazing meat!!!
p.p.s. I will post some photos shortly!