Where do I even start? I am currently writing to you from Valparaiso in Chile. Unfortunately, my Ipad is now resting in peace because I fell down the stairs in BA (early that morning) and it broke!

I resorted to the old pen and paper and have all my memories intact and pinned.

Before I got to Buenos Aires, My Swiss friend Jo handed me an address and said ‘Go to Florida St. as soon as you land and change your money, take dollars girl’.

Done, and that’s the first thing I did when I landed, went straight to Florida street and almost 7 people came up to me saying ‘cambio’ (Exchange).

I am not sure what the Argentinean deal is with foreign money but the dollar holds a lot of power here. the $ is a stable currency and I doubt that the value the peso held is credible to the Argentinians. Argentinians who have saved their money have to change it the $ as the value of the peso is depreciating fast.

Anyways, the official exchange rate is something like 5.7 pesos to a dollar but on Florida St. It’s double. Happily, I change my dollars and get to Milhouse. For those of you who haven’t heard about Milhouse, it is THE party hostel in the whole of Argentina, heck I think its the biggest party hostel in South America (I am yet to find out). Ohhhhh Uhhhhhhh.. as Fintan puts it. I knew that it would be impossible to lala (sleep) at all. It’s almost 12:00am and I am done writing my blog on Floripa. I comfortably  enter bed after having a chinese takeaway with Max and Tim (Two guys I met outside my dorm room). My Brazilian roommate shakes my body – In her broken English- ‘Get up! your not going to bed, put some clothes on and get out of bed’ She wasn’t taking no for an answer and boy I am glad she got me out because that was one of my best nights here.

Milhouse holds to its reputation. Its a non freaking stop party!

Aside from the wild nightlife, Argentina is gorgeous. I was nostalgic and sad to leave Brazil. I fell in love with Brazil and I was holding low expectations for Argentina. However, Buenos Aires has heavily grown on me. As I was walking around the city, I noticed that the rumours I had heard were true. You can clearly see the European influence on this city – Actually you do feel like you are in Europe. As you walk down one street you feel like your in Vienna, you turn around and your in Milano and the next left your in Madrid and then continue ahead and your in Paris. It is gorgeous! I looooovee Buenos Aires. The food is ridiculously cheap and awesome (Cheap because we pay half the price). The meat is delicious and 10 bucks for a good steak isnt something I will complain about. I spent a lot of my time walking around and just enjoying the city.

The best bit about it is that every corner has music, people dancing and it feels like your in a fairy land. From the coloured houses in La Boca to the beautiful neighbourhood in Palermo, I am so glad to be in Argentina.

Its been a couple of days of heavy partying, eating, drinking and exploring the city and I am ready to get out of here, only to find out that the bus drivers have decided to go on a strike! No buses are going out and around Argentina and I need some sort of adventure. Barry one of my Irish friends along with Simon (French) and Francisco (Portuguese) decided to take a few days out and go to Uruguay – That is another chapter of its own, I jumped on their bandwagon and that was a good break away from the devil BA who keeps sucking me in.

Before going to Uruguay, Simon and I were walking around the city when I slipped that I hadn’t been to the cemetery La Recoleta. ‘Were going there now!!’

I am so glad that he had taken me there because It is surreal.

As you walk in, you see beautiful houses filled with coffins. It is a city of coffins and weirdly enough, it isn’t creepy. I spent time walking around and I was gob smacked. Evita´s gravestone was by far the popular one. Fresh flowers with her story was all over. It was so clear that Argentina did cry for her. (I went to La Recoleta twice).

We then went to see the flower and botanic and just had a really good day walking around the city, right in time to make it to Uruguay and catch the midnight ferry. Drinking mate and being presernt at the season for football games in Argentina, was spectacular. Dulce de leche became my favourite luxury. I had it with everything. It is like a marmalade that literally goes with everything. I am not a fan of eating Mc Donalds in a foreign country but the dulce de leche ice cream for 6 pesos´s was unbelievable!

From the Tango shows to the tango classes (yes I did try my not so graceful self at tango) It felt like you were in a classy show from a childhood memory of an old movie clip!

As usual, I met some awesome people who I got on really well with and I know for a fact that some will be long lasting as I ended up travelling Sul America with a few of them.

Back in BA, back in Milhouse. Its time to Party again.

So much has happened and I feel like iv been on some sort of drug that I can only remember certain details of my trip. I look back at how much I have done and how non stop it has been here that I had to make a phonecall to my father to feel a bit present and real. To have some sort of reminder that reality is around and that I should follow through what I am passionate about was refreshing. It was the best phone call I had made in a while. I teared because I was so overwhelmed and as usual he gave me the best advice to my ears and my heart felt warm and secure.

I took his advice, followed it and I feel so much better. My next stop is in Mendoza. Time to lay of the cherveza (beer) and get onto the Vino (wine)

Adios