Christmas in Buenos Aires...

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.