In Buenos Aires
Winter in BA is extremely yucky. We arrived at 8 in the morning to drizzle and gray skies. After getting my bags, I was herded by the program supervisors into a taxi. The taxi driver was a 60 something year old man who praised Eva Peron and loved tango music. After what seemed like hours of driving around BA, we stopped at an apartment building and he helped me with my bags. A middle aged woman answered the door and introduced herself as Ana, my host mother. The apartment is small, but cute. I have my own room with internet access and a television. After I put my things away, we ate lunch–a completely vegetarian lunch. Maybe it will be possible to stay vegetarian in a country of meatophiles?
