Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
I can't believe how fast this month has gone by. Tonight I am going out for the last time with two of my friends (Erin and Cassandra) and some Argentine boys (Facundo, Santiago and Juan Pablo... best names ever), to a boliche, as Erin and Cassandra are leaving tomorrow morning. This week the weather has gotten a lot nicer, in turn making me catch a cold, so we've been lounging in parks, went to see the ecological reserve, saw the bridge built by Santiago Calatrava, explored Plaza San Martin, and went back to a cool pirate bar we found the week before. We went to see the Evita statue yesterday, and then went to the Biblioteca Nacional, which somehow didn't have books. After finding a tourist town with no hotels and a library with no books, we went to see the Museo de Bellas Artes, which has the largest collection of modern art from the 19th and 20th century, and I half expected not to find any at all, but we did, and it was fabulous. We then went on a hunt for the apartment buildings in which Jorge Luis Borges had once lived and written many of his famous poems, because Erin is a fanatic. I leave for Peru on Monday, so I doubt I will really be on the internet much until I get to Panama in about 3 and a half weeks. Ciao. Un beso.