Bloody Hell!

I did it.
I actually got my arse in gear and did something!
I don´t know if anyone else is surprised but I bloody am.
I´ve been in Buenos Aires, Argentina since about lunch time your time... unless you´re Greg then I don´t know... in fact we might be on the same time and already I´m a preacher of it´s junk food.
It´s all fairly english/spanish/yankee only tastier cos it picks the best parts of everything.
Like condensed milk which is apparently an acceptable lunch, breakfast, snack or supper here and was waiting for me on the table when I arrived at the flat :D
They have their own pasty, the encampada (or something, i forget even as i order them) and giant vaul aux vants (or however you spell it) all crammed withtasty treats... or prawns. And deep fried spinach cakes that make my heart sing despite the fact they don´t sound like heart singing material.
The language barrier is a little tougher than I expected but mimes and graciases and no entienda sorts most things out so far. That and written prompts from my German flat mate.
The lady I´m staying with is lovely if elusive and i even get along with her dogs who are all 20cm high, blind and incredibly endearing.
That´ll do for now. No sage words tonight. Anyone who queries this should look up jetlag somewhere.
Night night guys.
Til I communicate once more
x
Ah well, another round of bed for me I think