It started in the barrios bordering the Rio de la Plata-- wild, raucous, mean and sexual. Verbiage from the prisons mixed with passion from the ships ran riot in the streets of Buenos Aires and the river cities of Uruguay.Full of sadness and pathos—a tango is a a song of longing for the old country, longing for sweethearts, longing for love. Terribly tragic, the music sings of lost everything like a bad country western ballad.This tango, this erotic dance ...

Yesterday we and some friends from school went on a city tour. It was interesting and something we like to do when we’re in a new area. It gives you a sense of place and all. Our last stop was at such a lovely point overlooking the river that five of us left the tour and stayed there for dinner, thinking we’d just walk back because our guide said it would only take us an hour.We had a great time laughing and enjoying the beautiful evening on this deck...

Unlike the father you used to know, this one gets up somewhere around 8:00, has toast w/cheese for breakfast--with a packet of freeze dried coffee, says Hasta Luega to his new mommy and walks to school. It is quite a change. We're doing better at staying up late even though it tends to make us grumpy, and doing much better at sleeping in--sort of sleeping. Our room has a saggy bed, dim lightbulb, tight quarters, one outlet, and two shelves. Translation: It...

I haven't been on for awhile because we’ve been BUSY. We spent yesterday mostly in travel taking the Buquebus (ferry) from Buenos Aires across the Rio de la Plata to Colonia, Uruguay, and then the bus to Montevideo.For those of you wanting to do this I’ll explain how it works. When you get to the expansive Buquebus terminal at Puerto Madero you enter a huge lobby with one desk up front that looks like it’s where you should be, but actually w...