Don't cry for me, stinky kitty.

After a long day of travel and a good night's sleep (no jetlag when you go straight south!) we spent most of the day today on a tour around Buenos Aires. The highlight was Recoleta Cemetary, entirely above-ground consisting of rows and row of mausoleums, decorated with dozens of stray cats passing the day snoozing in the sun. The most famous resident here is Eva Peron. (Admit it, you know nothing of her history other than what Andrew Lloyd Weber told you; neither did we.)

English-speaking service has been rare and has led to some miscues. Last night we ordered enough pizza to feed the Argentine army (albiet you need to define pizza as a piece of pita bread with eight cubic meters of melted cheese on top of it - cheap at about $8 CAD though); today we managed to only order one entrée for lunch between the two of us. Luckily, we did manage to figure out how to order beer in moderate quantities:

Tonight we're off for Tango lessons.

(DISCLAIMER: Spellcheck insists on running in Spanish so I am nor responsible for all my terribly spelling and grammar in this or any other post.)