Buenos Aires Diario

12/25/09 6:30 pm “Buenos Aires”
Land of the Living Dead – in view of the Recoleta cemetery, BA’s grand mausoleum, we share Christmas with the spirits of Christmas past. Came down, and down, to this state on a falling star from California only to find a bum’s dream of December summer solstice in a broken down potboiling urban manger.

Two lucky caballeros from Long Beach, now sleeping off the awful lag of LAX-Delta, in a king size bed on the chic shabby Las Heras Avenue.

12/28/09 8 am “Withdrawal”
Finished with BA after three days but with 10 days to go, we emerge from the dire first stages of the dreaded cannabanoid withdrawal cheered by our survival. I lost my ATM card to the maw of a bank machine on Xmas day, while hubby twisted his back out reaching for toilet paper in the bathroom. Serax and Ativan mix poorly with Argentine chardonnay. There is a pervasive air of penury, the pavements cracked and decorated with fresh dog shit. The summer is heavy, wet, steamy. “Everything” has been closed for the holiday weekend and although the city returns to normal this Monday morning, there’s not much of it left to capture our hopes. We’re bent on getting out of town.