And so week 1 comes to an end.
Giles has taken us to see the sights in Bueons Aires...most note worthy - the graveyard at Recoleta (where Eva Peron´s body resides) and a night at La Bomba de Tiempo; a night dancing like idiots to bongo drumming music.
However, most importantly our first week has been made all the better by what can only be described as a particular wonderful group of friends that Giles has introduced us to.
We have shared nights out, dinners at Zule´s (serving an extended Tuscan platter- yummmm) hanging out at Sandy´s pool in the baking 32 degrees (failing to match other latin american girls ability to wear a thong bikini with ease - keeping the albino bum under raps for now)and patient attempts to help us better our Spanish; they have been pretty much the best.
Margie and Sheyla held a leaving party for Giles last night - a Mexican theme. Perhaps to honour his current sporadic facial hair growth that vaguely resembles a moustache. On arrival we too were given obligatory taches (stick on versions) for the evening. Its nice to know that although we are hundreds of miles away from home, there are other people across the globe that also find humour in faux taches. Chappers would be proud.
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