Settling in....or not.

Well, 15 hours of much needed sleep has passed since I last spoke. Right now Peter (Petro) and I spent the night in a hostel near the city center. Great place but the price is not right so we trying to figure our next move, which by the way is looking to be one or a couple of the following--spanish language course with family home stay in Bariloche, AR, a 30 day stint working at a Argentinian horse ranch, or renting an apartment or room in Buenos Aires. Major decisions are to be made today and since it will be decisions that are sure to greatly affect the quality of the trip and therefore are very important, it will be most likely be decided using the most scientific of standards: a coin toss. Yes, the old coin has previously decided who buys the beers, who has to share the hostel bunk bed with the wild-eyed Columbian midget, and now where we will venture next. The excitement is to proceed as soon as Petro and I pull ourselves completely out of our mental fog. Speaking of Petro, I thought I would convey an incident that occured last night and that is sure to have a impact later on in this trip. As we were walking down a well traversed street in dowtown Buenos Aires, we encountered two rabid looking dogs growling at each and getting ready to attack one another. Of course, every reasonable minded passerbys were avoiding the pending snafu, but not Petro. He decided to reprimand the offending dogs with an english spoken "NO!" and a point of his finger. Aside from the fact that homeless, rabid, Argentine dogs probably don´t speak english, the idea that they may take instruction from a human was also laughable. I asked Petro why he had done this because in 4 out of 5 times, a confrontation with these type of dogs would normally result in being attacked--and he claimed that he has "dog whisperer" abilities. I only tell this story not because of its inherent ridiculousness, but that I think it surely will spare me an explanation for a most certain future story. As, in most central and south American countries there is an abundance of street dogs, whom when eventually encountering by my dog whispering travel companion, may respond in a manner that will make one hell of a good story.

Off to save the world,
Q

P.S: Quote of the day: (Petro)-¨"It smells good here--like a Chiefs tailgate."