La bouffe a BA

Been a while since my last update... but I´ve been busy so please excuse. I´ve been plagued by hangovers since I got to this place and I´m afraid its just not conducive to updating your Blog on a regular basis.

At the weekend we went to a soccer match to see BA´s famous Boca Juniors play against Argentina Junior. Boca is the soccer team that maradonna played for and most argies go nutz about them. I got meself a boca top to get into the swing of things, and at one point we got a bit lost looking for the stadium and nearly walked into a crowd of Argentina Junior supporters... A copper informed us that we should either take off our Boca tops or go another way, so we did that and eventually found our way into the Boca camp. It was a good match, but unfortunately we (?) lost so the crowd was slightly subdued.... plan to get tickets for the the next big match against River Plate, their arch rivals...

I´m now a real porteño (BA resident) as I´ve got a place to call home and something to get up for in the morning for. I bumped into this American chap who invests in property here and told him that I was looking for somewhere to stay. We came to an agreement that I could stay in his place for a while (rentfree in my own room), if I take pictures of his apartment and put them on the internet. So thats the plan... and I´ve been there since Monday. I´m living in San Telmo which is the arty-farty, bohemian, tango area of BA and its pretty cool. I just live around the corner from the lads as well... so its a sweet deal.

Apart from that I´ve also started my Spanish course and despite numerous heavy nights, I´ve also managed to attend it on a semi-regular basis. I´ve got four hours a day, from 10 to 12 and from 12.30 to 2.30... so it still leaves lots of time for monkeying about and it gets me out of the scratcher in the morning.

I did miss my morning class today though for the first time. We went to this posh french restaurant last night and it ended up being a bit of a fiesta to say the least... For starters we had a couple of Ricards, followed by a main course of vino tinto by the vat. It would have been rude to turn down the JB coffees and for dessert we had a nice Remy Martin. All that was washed down with cassoulet, rillettes and confit de canard. The faux francais (Swiss) punter who owned the place had never seen such consumption and spotted us a bottle of Moet & Chandon on the house... cos we said we´d come back ... and we will! All that booze with starters, main course and cheese came to 20 euros per lost consciosness...

I´m tellin´ ya,

YOU CAN´T LIVE ANYWHERE LIKE YOU CAN LIVE HERE...!