is only a week away. It couldn´t feel less like Christmas though. It has been been well into the mid-80´s for the last couple of weeks and I haven´t seen one Santa. I did spend four days in Ponte del Este (Uruguay) with my friend Danny last week. Apparently it´s the place to be in South America (at least for rich Argentines) come January and February. Of course, it was mid-December when we were there and completely dead, albeit completely relaxing. Warm sand, a nice pool, an ocean view, cold beer, and ping-pong... I love ping-pong.
Ah yes, the holiday asado at my old apartment a couple of weeks ago was a success. Danny and American-Lee (there´s a British Lee) were my co-hosts. We ended up hiring a cooker and a dj for the entire night (not expensive), both of whom did a great job. The sun rises about 5:30am here and I recall lying on the couch out on the terrace with the bar staff from the Restcate, drinking red wine and eating cereal till 8:30am. Good times.
Okay, two things you don´t want to hear from the opposite sex:
1) You´re choking me (figuratively, of course)
2) I need space
For a woman who´s English was just okay, she couldn´t have said these two things more fluently. Women in Buenos Aires are beautiful, but as both Argentine and expat friends have told me, can be equally as crazy. I´m sure this doesn´t apply to all of them, but tread carefully in the world of male-female relationships down here. Less is more, apparently. I thought I was the King of Space and don´t recall any sort of choking in my past. Maybe all have more on this topic one day.
At the moment, I´m living in Recoleta for a few days until my next apartment in Palermo is ready. Other than a cool crafts fair on Saturday and a giant movie cineplex, it´s full of tourists. Yes-yes, I know, I´m a tourist too, but let´s spread out a bit people.
Just got a nice invitation from my Argentine friend, Jeremias, to spend Christmas with his family. Damn, I was so looking foward to peking duck.
