The main drag that stretches forever through the middle of Buenos Aires.
I have been here for nearly four weeks, and am starting to get the hang of the place. I was given a 'Guia' (guide) for the buses.... think i am going to need a degree to decipher it. Have it safely stowed in my bag along with the two maps, book on Spanish for Latin America, glasses to read the fine print and pen and paper. All absolutely vital for navigation in all spheres.
I'm loving this mad crazy town, it assaults all your senses, and keeps you on your toes. We are in the middle of a Subway strike, into the ninth day. That has been a test of strength and endurance on all the Portenos (the name they call the people of Buenos Aires). Just when you think they can't pack any more people on the bus....the driver stops for 20 more. We are packed in more than sardines. I'm sure we hit critical mass more than ten times in the last week. Funny, but a bit exhausting when you are hanging on for an hour and a half. But the people i have met on the bus have been great, some cool Spanglish and English going on, i have got the phone number of Mariza, Gladys and Lucy, and some other guy gave me the website for great free things to do in B.A. How's that for hospitable!
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