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Thunder claps. Cars trapped. Rain pounds the street in a torrent of swirling water. The wind comes in gusts. You are thrown flat against the glass of darkened shop windows. Water droplets lit by the lights of the signs above move left and right in slow motion- visually peaceful like snow falling seemingly defying gravity. Until, stepping out of the dance-trance, you realize that the heavens have literally opened up above and you are soaked, standing in 10 inches of fast moving water. It was a horrible day to be out. It all occurred in 10 minutes.

This of course occurs when Kozi arrives and so we had to amuse ourselves indoors with a little tango.


The next day we traveled to Gualeguaychu to see Argentina's version of carnival. You know- tall busty amazonian women half naked save for some pasties and lots of feathers shaking to the beat my heart. It was a noble journey. I think the men were supposed to be good looking as well, but lets not talk about them. But that damn rain! It got rained out! We contented ourselves walking around that sleepy town stepping over puddles, eating beef, and drinking beer.