The longer I stay at Buenos Aires, the harder I think it will be to leave. I have settled down into a routine involving Spanish lessons in the early afternoon, lunch and an evening sleep followed by continious late nights. Seeing a Norwiegan boy who had been staying in BA for a month stumble into the hostel in the afternoon after a night out and collapse on the floor, trying to drink water through a straw that was just out of his grasp, I think it would be a good idea to leave sooner rather than later. On a rare exurcion outside my routine, I visited the cemetery in Recoleta, which was very surreal, like a minuture town of the dead (appropriate after purgatory I suppose) with tree lined avenues and a square with a fountain in the middle. It was also strangely silent despite backing onto a road which became very disconcerting after a while and a felt the need to leave.