La Ultima Dia

So I'm sitting at the airport waiting ever-so patiently for my plane to Dallas that is 4 hours late. At least there's internet.

Last night, Martin held a birthday party for his friend at the hostel. Tons of Argentinians. This other guy staying at the hostel, Steve, and I decided to go out for drink for a bit and take a break from the festivities. When we returned it was only 1, so the party was still going strong - Michael Jackson was blasting and several people were pretty drunk. As there was no hope of sleeping through any of it we adopted the "if you can't beat them, join them" mentality. Right away we found ourselves talking about California with the dad of the birthday boy. Who then introduced this other guy to us, which then attracted the attention of a very drunk, Argentinian Irishman, who kept spitting when he spoke. Good times. We finally got to bed around 4.

Today I indulged myself one last time with the fabulous morning pastries and then later on, with a delivery of ice cream ( yum, dulce de leche), only because we cant get ice cream delivered in the U.S. I took some photos of my hostel and the friends I've made there. It feels strange that my Argentina month has already ended.

Next stop Oz. I'm just trying not to think too much about the fact that it will take me a little over 3 days to get there. So weird that I will have completely lost October 2nd.

Final reflections: I would definitely like to come back here someday. It's a rich culture with warm people and great food.