Tourist

Every time George W Bush says, "Terrorist" in that trained truncated back-of-the-throat folksy accent of his, I like to trick myself into hearing "Tourist". He does'nt talk much about terrorists these days, but if he does: see if you can hear him saying "Tourist". Sometimes these two words seem interchangeable and George actually feels prophetic.

Since moving to Buenos Aires we have tried to blend in, but now that Kozi is here we want to do all of that touristy stuff and blame it to our consciences on him. So off to the Pink House we go. The Pink House is the Argentine version of the White House. And yes its pink. Imagine if ours was pink! Would we still have Manifest Destiny? The Monroe Doctrine- meddling in everyone's business, or would we be a bit more subdued? Ahh...a bit of introspection. I guess that makes me more of a tourist than George's alternative.

But lets talk about the really important stuff. Who in the Argentine tourist circuits seem to be Carlos Gardel, Evita, and Diego Maradona. To really be famous here it seems that you need to die tragically very young, or at least complete your greatness early and then spend the rest of your days debauching. In Boca, home of the Boca Juniors and Diego Maradona we visited the stadium and roamed the multicolored buildings. A Diego look-a-like was on hand for pictures for a few pesos sitting in a lawn chair with a tall-boy-Quilmes. It all is quite fantastic and of course incredibly fun. And out of all the options for Argentine greatness, Diego certainly picked the best one...