Friday

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."

8 comments:

Mark Paul said...

Argentina Horse Ranch, please!

Anonymous said...

congrats on arrival. i urge that you go to the epicenter of that volcano. my vote is for the homestay language thing, i have a feeling lady luck will simle kindly upon one of you in terms of a romantic encounter. otherwise, at the ranch theres nothing but steers and queers and i have a feeling mister lucky would not be as kind with ya'll.

PJ, you must save those dogs every chance, but really for the sake of us reading this blog, please approach every stray dog you find.

Anonymous said...

oohhh thats a decision, love the ranch idea! ps petro, love the golden locks, how renaissance of you
just so you know the blog has become the chicago office of tourism's excitement in between working

Anonymous said...

Hello guys, here is a thought how about heading back to Kc and taking a spanish class at JCCC...Petro make sure you are bigger than any dog you point at.
have fun, be safe, see u 2 in feb!
love,
Mom s

Ali said...

I am the true dog whisperer! Jorge sits, stays and even gets up when I ask him to... it is amazing the discipline he has now!

Anonymous said...

I vote Spanish classes at JCC - I hear the instructor is really cute and has two wild and crazy dogs! My top two choices are horse ranch and/or spanish home. Can't wait to see what you decide. Your Mommas love you. From Big Momma and Little Momma

btine said...

definitely go with the horse ranch

Mike Cleary said...

some of my latin american coworkers took a look at your blog yesterday and think you guys are nuts, i told them that had been established long ago