My second week of Spanish school in Buenos Aires started with the introduction of some new classmates, all from America. Justin, the juggling, unicycling, chef from Texas and Daniel and Jennifer, a couple who had moved to Buenos Aires from California. Naturally, my original classmates and I immediately closed ranks and froze the new kids out. What did they expect?

On the Tuesday night Duncan, Rena, Erin and I went out to a Tango club (Milonga) called La Catedral. It was in an old church hall and had a big dancefloor and stage with live music and full of people tangoing. Naturally, we sat down and worked our way through a few bottles of Malbec before getting up and strutting our stuff. The others had all had some classes beforehand so were confident of not making a complete fool of themselves. I was a different matter though. Fortunately Rena and Erin allowed me to drag them around the floor, bumping into people left, right and centre, with no complaints. The expect of the group, Erin, even offered herself up (as a dancing partner, you understand) to the local Porteños. It was a great night but the excessive wine consumption combined with a very late night meant that Wednesday was a subdued one in class.

On Wednesday I went to the city Cemetary where Eva Peròn is buried (along with thousands others). It`s a fascinating place and one you could spend hours wandering. Unfortunately my mind was slightly concerned with the fact I was clearly being followed by a strange man, called Carlos, from Venezuela. He had talked to me outside school that morning and then I saw him again at the cemetary. Everywhere I looked he was there. I`d just finished reading a novel about espionage so I felt confident in losing a tail. However, he was a persistent little fellow and I resorted to jumping on the nearest bus. Thankfully, I didn`t see Carlos again. I think maybe he just wanted to be friends.

Friday was to be our last day at school so we decided to go out for a meal in Erin`s neighbourhood of Retiro on Thursday night. Erin had scouted out a tapas restaurant, and it didn`t disappoint - some of the best tapas I`ve had. Washed down with a bit of red as usual, it was another great evening. After school on Friday we said our farewells to our classmates and teachers and collected our certificates.

As I was flying to Lima on Saturday afternoon, I felt there was enough time to take Duncan and Rena up on their offer to join them in visiting a Jesus-based theme park. Yes, that`s right. It was well worth the excursion, the highlights being, the models of disciples eating pizza (outside a food establishment), and the mock-ups of the nativity and the resurrection. There was also a Gandhi exhibit, although we weren´t sure quite how he fit in.

After that, it was off to the airport to catch my flight to Lima, Peru where I would spend the next few weeks.