Rain, rain, go away

So we've been here two days now, and each day there have been substantial showers. It seemingly has made it more difficult to not sleep. We're sitting in our room looking out over our courtyard which is blowing a cool gentle breeze into the room. Each of the seven bedrooms all open up to the courtyard in the middle of the second story of the building. We are pretty immune to street noise and having lived in DC we barely even notice it. There's even a completely open air terrace on the third level which has a sweet kiddie pool in which we can swim. The kitchen has two stoves and two fridges. The storage of food in both the cabinets and the fridge is a complex hierarchical system which we have yet to figure out. There does seem to be every type of appliance minus a microwave. The two stoves would be clutch for brewing massive amounts of beer.

Our six other roommates are from all over the world. Italy, France, Germany, Brazil, Miami, and Boston (there was also a Irish girl here for a couple days). We can't really keep them straight, but it's a bummer that the default language is always English. Doesn't really help us learn the native Spanish.

Other than walking around the city and catching up with roommates, we have had a pretty chill weekend. Byron got to play some futbito with a bunch of people and Hanna energetically cheered him on. He scored at least two goals in her honor. He's pretty sweet in that regard.

We did get a chance to eat some parilla (grilled meat...usually all cow parts) with our new friend Alex (from Cincinnati) and his Norweigen roommate Ivan. Being adventurers and wanting to eat as locals, we tried the parillada (smattering of parts including intestine, kidney, liver, 'blood' sausage, regular sausage, ribs...and those questionable parts that we at least tried a bite of, attempting to chew). Afterwards, around midnight, we ventured over to a happening bar scene in Palermo. After gobbling up some delicious helado (icecream), we walked over to a plaza to watch the nightlife unfold. A wise person once told us 'there is no love without icecream'. The amazing creamy fruit laden concotion of heaven on a cone may have proved them right. Although most people who hit up the clubs don't make it home until 4 or 5 am on an early night, we made it home around 2am; about the time most grandparents here go to bed. We felt good about that. Working our way up to the young porteño way of life...

Other than that, it looks to be a lazy Sunday. Groovy. There was talk about heading to Uruguay to sit on some fantastic beach over there.