Settling

So, Ive got the double L down. Its "j". Like, Me jama Paige. Moving on. Lloyd and I managed to score an amazing room in the same hostel, after last nights live concert right outside our room carried on so loud and so long that the sweltering heat didn't seem to affect me. We are now perched on the corner of the block, looking down onto a moderatly busy intersection, but with superb views of all four directions. There is a curious closed patio facing the corner, where I shaved Lloyd's head this afternoon. I opened the three ten foot windows in the two by two space, and I imagined leaning out a la Evita, to speak to the citizens of the great city of Buenos Aires. It was all very romantic. Speaking of Eva Peron, we stopped by her cemetary yesterday, great big giant buildings erected in the honor of the cities wealthiest members, clad in ebony slabs and ivory angles. Tommorow, we tango. Well, technically, WE don't tango per se, but we have perchased tickets to see a show at cafe totori, the oldest cafe in Buenos Aires, where, going back to romanticism, I imagine Borges scribbling away or Che smoking a cigar. It was a day of Paige's imagination gone haywire.