A colombian, a Mexican and a Sicilian walk down a dark street...

.. this is not the start of a joke... tis true, it happened... but I will get to that in a sec.

Yesterday was eventful... much to write about. I started on my long journey to get to some museums- walking through downtown some other barrios and RECOLETA. I love it... it is a mini Italian city. It is too cute... it´s actually a lot like Bologna. But who cares, on to my adventures.

I went to the zoo... as soon as I learn how to upload my photos you guys will see what I am talking about. Wacky stuff! Firstly a petting zoo ón one side... with lamb and tons of goats... I finally got to the good stuff, the monkeys and camels and rhinos when I realized these animals were barely caged in. The only thing that seperated me and the crocodile was a lil wire- not barbed wire, not chicken coupe wire... like two strands of wire and 10 feet... duuuude!!! They had a bear... oh yea so they dug a ditch that was like 8 feet wide... like the bear couldn´t jump over that bad boy then simply step over the two strands of wire???? Are the malaria pills making me paranoid or does this sound crazy to anyone else? The camels were goofy- they shaved them and then left splotches of long fur... they looked nuts... just wait for the pics! Oh.. and I saw some random animal that looked like a cross between a rabbit, a dog and a kangaroo... it was just walking around aimlessly- I don´t know maybe it was visiting and a paying customer just as myself. Needless to say... I was scared in this place!

I managed to go to the Museo de Eva Peron. It really made an impression on me. It is set in a beautiful building that looks more like a home. Inside it had a gallery feel. They explained her life, her controversy, her dedication to women, kids, elderly, and the working class, her loyalists and her clothes which we all know was my favorite part! But this quote stuck with me ´Only the humbles save the humbles´.

Last night I went to Tango class with Marisa and Lauren. It was in an Armenian Center, in the basement. 7 pesos to get in... We went early so we could eat there... ah ha... my first REAL piece of Argentine beef... I got a sirloin steak... in that shotty place, it was better than anything I have ever eatin before- if you only knew and could taste! What made it even more delicious was the dance class going on (before the tango)... Rock-n-Roll. About 100 people were learning to dance to 50´s music. It was the oddest, most humorous, addictive activity to watch! It was amazing to see Argentine´s and tourists from god knows where do the jitterbug in a basement... it was like the Sady Hawkins day dance all over again only this time I got to watch, point and laugh! I will say this though... i spotted one mighty fine looking man who I now know as Filipe.

It was our turn to learn the Tango. Basically, I suck. It´s hard very hard and well Felipe was my partner and who could concentrate dancing with a tall, shoulder length hair, beautiful eyed Colombian?! We broke some rules and didn´t change partners... we never really got better though... it is quite a hard dance to learn. Finding the beat to the music is particularly hard... and this is coming from me! Oh and the lessons were in Spanish... the spanish que yo no entiendo!

So let´s throw the mexican in the mix. Felipe, his mexican friend (cool, mid 20´s, well educated... ) and I go to meet some of their friends. We get to the club and it is closed. To make a long story short and less sketchy for mom´s sake... we end up walking down quite a few ´dodgy´blocks to find his friends... lemme say, they didn´t feel all that safe either... but not unsafe at the same time. you know, just some locals hanging out on the street here and there in a dark, secluded neighborhood. I even got my house keys and credit card out of my bag and into my pockets! Not to scare anyone, for entertainment I am making it out to be a bit worse... there were some other tourists out... but I will say I am not going back there! We end up with his friends in a pool hall (a small room, with a bar, juke box and 3 pool tables) where you have to know what to say to get in. Needless to say... last night was a wild adventure!

I think I have a cooking class tonight... stay tuned.