Biblioteca Nacional

Built on top of where Eva and Juan Peron lived in Barrio Recoleta

They told me not to take pictures, I took them anyway

Colonia, Uruguay

San Telmo, Buenos Aires

Subte A

The oldest in Buenos Aires

The Obelisco on 9 de Julio

A mere 2o blocks from home

Good bye Pibe y Tío loco!

And Then There Was One

Two American men left Che Lagarto today. Although they didn't know eachother when they arrived, they waved goodbye today from the same Taxi and are now continuing adventures they started alone, together. They leave in their wake an American girl, a Brazilian, Frenchman, Columbian, and a handful of silly Argentines. Their many months staying at Che Lagarto will not be forgotten by their fellow country woman nor anyone that crossed their path. RIP Che...it will never be the same again.

 "EL PIBE" (the dude) - enjoys a good Milanesa suprema and a chop(draft beer). Is known for his 4pm siesta and completing a level a week in his Spanish classes. Would like to one day quit his job as an accountant yet again to continue his travels in South America, and prides himself in enjoying Buenos Aires from his bed in numerous (5) dorm rooms in the Hostel Che LAgarto.

"Tío LOCO" ( no translation needed)- Enjoys Fernet Branca y cocacola, and passing his days chatting up the employees of Che Lagarto. Is quite the world traveler and hasn't lived in the states in more than 5 years, but can call places like Bulgaria home. Leaving behind wedding rings and broken hearts wherever he goes. At first he might shock you a little with his bizzare stories and crazy life experiences, but they quickly become something you look forward to everyday. Most likely to share with you his vast knowledge of self defense tecniques.

4th of July

Yes we celebrated here. The actual night of the 4th Kim and I were working at the Hostal and earlier that day we had gone to the "shady" side of town to  find a store that specialized in Fuegos artificiales so we could celebrate when we got off. It just so happened that our favorite receptionist is also and anarchist and was also working that night and was completely against us celebrating the independence of  the USA, but was quite happy when the police came while we were shooting firworks in the streets and a few of us stood up to them (I ran upstairs)...

I QUIT!

So I quit my job that was in the fancy part of town, that paid really bad ( I know, something doesn't add up). I didn't dislike the kids, but the material was boring and we were required to follow it. The head teacher was a little pesada (annoying) and even though I would try to speak to her in Spanish she would always talk to me in English (working at an English institute, go figure), but then she would ask me questions like "Do you understand?" when she would speak in spanish to someone else. Me dio bronca! 

I didn't realize how much I would miss those little boogers until the last day. They threw me a party, baked me brownies, they told me that whenever they see the show "LOST" they'll always think of me, and they made me recite "Que Lástima....What a pity" because they loved when I translated it for them one day.