Age of Aquarius

Liz and I made it safe and sound to the bustling city of Buenos Aires this morning. After 18 hours of travel and a psudo-identity change. I made up a new Juli on the plane while talking to some hunky beefcake to kill time. Psudo-Juli is a fashionista who is coming into the BA afte the mondo awesome fashion month of August to play clean up crew and findo some manolo blancs to squeeze into her backpack, hahaa. After the rollercoaster ride American Airlines calls a flight we boarded a bus and got to the center of the city just in time to ditch our packs at the Millhouse hostel and go on a walking tour of a cute little district which was the docking point for many Italians imigrating to Argentina back in the day. It was a super cute little neighborhood where all the houses were painted in bright neon colors: canary yellows and turquoise, green, fucia, and mandarine orange.

Beautiful little houses construcxted out of beached wood and metal from the ships that carried the passengers to South America from Europe. Our tour guide was a girl in her mid 20s who was spanish/Euopean chik with short curly black hair and slim black jeans. we lunched at a little outside cafe and watched tango dancers strut thier sexy moves in the streets for tips. After a brief respite back to the hostel to claim our beds and lock all our shiz in our lockers we braved the streets once again to find a banco, which was a great success, after a series of mishaps that is, ha ha ha. As I write I am sitting in an internet hotzone google chatting with Erika and Lisa and I am so tired I have become dizzy. There is a party tonight at our hostel but I don´t know if im going to be able to make it, and that is saying a lot for me to miss a partay, So I am going to say Ciao for now! Lots of Love!