Ah, currency

The Argentine peso is only worth a third of the American dollar. Translation: shopping. Our hotel is located a few blocks from a major shopping street, and it´s bizarre to go shopping, see the prices in pesos, and think to yourself, ¨Um...really?¨I bought a beatiful scarf for about two dollars. Then I bought shoes. And some other things. I´m seriously considering buying a new winter coat here -- I´m just not sure it will fit in my luggage.

Buenos Aires is a beautiful city. It´s very clean, the people are nice, and the city seems alive with art and other business. I can completely understand the ex-pat thing here. Being here makes me want to move here, too. It´s such a complete change from Sao Paulo and even Rio. Both of those cities were choked with smog. The air was brown, and we were all getting headaches from breathing. A Brazilian composer told me about getting carjacked in Rio. A man put a gun to his head through the driver window while another man reached in through the passanger side and pointed another gun. He was able to escape with his life, and his car was found two months later. It was used for running drugs.

On the other hand, Buenos Aires reminds me of Paris. There are fountains, monuments, parks, statues, and wide boulevards. The architecture looks like an older European style.
It is winter here, and the days are extremely short and rather cold.

Tonight we play at Teatro Colliseo. I´m looking forward to our last few concerts, but I think we´re all about ready to come home.