TGIF

A rare Friday evening post! I'm actually waiting for the lovely A. to brighten my apartment - she's probably close by now, shifting her way through the rain on the QEW - and since I'm importing some CDs to iTunes (in a google chat conversation with M. this morning, I realized my iPod was missing some essential albums, including John Coltrane's Blue Train and Charlie Parker's wonderful Dial recordings) I figured I'd jot down a few thoughts.

My thoughts, not surprisingly, revolve around my upcoming vacation and trip to Argentina. In exactly one week, we should be at the Miami airport, awaiting our overnight flight to Buenos Aires. (Amazingly, my close friend D. left today for South America, to Bolivia on a trek. And with Rio winning the 2016 Olympics - well, South America is obviously the place to be right now.) A friend said to me the other day, "You always seem to be going away," but I had to remind her that I actually haven't had an extended vacation (ie., anything over a four days) since I was in Portugal last Spring (and when I say "last Spring," I mean 2008.) And that was only for 10 days - this is the first time in many years I'm taking a full two weeks to travel.

A few people have asked, "Why Argentina?" My response: "Why not Argentina?!" I've long been enamoured of the idea of travelling to Buenos Aires, although I can't pinpoint why. It's not like I've read Borges, for example. Yet the city, and the country, has long had a hold on me. Maybe it stems from an article I wrote about 7 years ago on the film industry in Argentina, when one of the people I interviewed said to me, "Come to Argentina!" He said I could get a wonderful steak dinner, replete with a bottle of wine, for about $10. (That was around the time the Argentinian peso was devalued, so my guess dinner is going to be more expensive in 2009 - although I've been told it's still going to be fairly inexpensive. Argentina sounds like a very meat-intensive country.)

Let's face it: I need to get away. The lovely A. probably more so! She says it make take her a few days to decompress (she's had a stressful summer) which may mean a day or so by myself, haunting the various cafes. (We've rented an apartment for the first week, which should help with the decompression.) Not to mention checking out this book store. I'm also going to give this urban running tour a go, even though it seems terribly overpriced. (It's rated #1, however, on trip advisor's things to do in Buenos Aires.)

Those looking for postcards - and really, who doesn't want a postcard written while I'm sitting in some wonderful Buenos Aires cafe, sipping a coffee and/or beer - you know where to find my e-mail to send your address.

The lovely A. is now here, so I will sign off...