Needed sustenance after a tiring day of heroism.
First off, please let me introduce myself. I am the guest blogger, otherwise known as Luqman, and I am very new to this blog thing. However, I felt it necessary that I make my blog presence be known for several reasons. First off, to readers who do not know either Hannah or I, it seems as if a picture has been painted where she is the thoughtful and insightful travel expert, while I am the travel buddy, good for little more than sleeping, eating, and occasionally posing. However, on the contrary, I do have other skills besides those mentioned above. I can also think, speak, and occasionally snap a photo and write about it (and pictures of Hannah, which are in high demand, are surely forthcoming).
One of several trendy stores in Alto Palermo Mall
And though I heard of this phantom blog that Hannah was writing, I did not know she was including pictures of me looking crazy nor discussing my exaggerated sleep habits on this forum.
So it is time to even the score and give a different perspective of the Bueonos Aires life, from about six to eight inches higher from the ground than my counterpart, which hopefully makes some difference.
Now that the introduction is out of the way, let me talk about our travels on the fourth day in Buenos Aires. Hannah began the day by telling me of her daily heroics, as she possibly saved the life of a little boy. The child who ran from his mother’s grasp into oncoming traffic, and she yanked him back just in time.
Our waitress didn't rhyme, but greatly resembled the Cat in the Hat
The boy’s parents were hysterical but thankful, and she was rewarded with empanadas and deserts that we both enjoyed.
After her Wonder Woman impression, we reflected on the idea of destiny and how much of a blessing it is to do something for others.
After Socratizing for a while, we pondered our move for the day.
We decided on going to Alto Palermo Mall, which was a mall about 2 blocks from our apartment that was surprisingly nice.
It had all the stores that a trendy young Argentine man or woman would want, complete with Zara, Timberland, Puma, Yves Saint Laurent, and Tommy Hilfiger.
It also had several South American and European designers that my fashionably ignorant self never heard of (and many I never care to hear of).
Luqman outside of Buenos Aires, America
Hannah got some headphones as intended and then we both went into a sports store and gawked at some of the most beautiful and expensive soccer jerseys.
I drooled over the latest Argentine jerseys, and walked around the store repeatedly, maybe in some hope that the price would drop by the time I came back around.
I guess I also tried to convince myself that if I come back in a couple of minutes, maybe then my budget will allow the purchase of these jerseys, but it was not so.
So I sulked around the rest of the mall until we had enough of the Euro-South American décor and looked for something to eat.
We bought more ice cream from the local Freddo Ice Cream shop, which I should now buy stock in since we have supported it so well.
The ice cream really is of superior quality to the states, and our commitment to this research has paid off in the days since we arrived.
We have eaten so much ice cream I really wonder if my body temp has dropped to around 96 degrees, but I guess I will worry about that later.
We then put that away those treats and went to TGI Fridays, which is another far cry from a cultural experience, but we were hungry and it was conveniently placed outside the mall.
After taking in familiar settings and wondering what the deal was with the waitresses “Cat in the Hat” ensembles, we ordered our appetizer and main courses.
The food was brought out with good service to our table, and we devoured it as usual.
The food was good, but no better or worse than back home.
The spices did have a latin kick to them, but not enough to warrant discussion.
So it seems that the franchise localized just enough for success, and we were happy.
After waddling back to the room, we tried to catch up on our Sportscenter to see how the NBA playoffs are going, since we get no coverage of anything but soccer, rugby, and rally car racing (which sucks in this case, but I will not complain when soccer is broadcast, especially considering it is ignored back home).
After finding out about the beatings dealt, we went to sleep and prepared for another adventure tomorrow.
Hopefully, sunny fun-filled Argentine days await us.
Well until the next time Hannah uses another SAT word to describe my lethargy, this is the guest blogger signing off.