Day 14 was a bit of a stretch but I got this desire to play an Argentinian guitar and even own one if all the stars aligned. So, I emailed 3 luthiers and the second one that responded had a classical guitar for sale. Shari and I had some fun traveling to the end of the subway line and then cabbing it yo the luthiers workshop. It’s a long story that I won’t bore you without suffice to say, as of now, I do not own a handmade Argentinian guitar. I’ve learned some, however, about Argentinian finance laws and banking restrictions. Following our guitar purchase failure we walked through a large mall on Florida street and ended the night at Parilla Pena which was jam packed and served incredible steaks. Today, we decided to visit Palmero – Soho, a rather upscale, even eclectic area and then toured a great botanical garden. No purchases today so the kids inheritance is still somewhat intact.
Despite becoming more accustomed to travelling around BA, I find I’m becoming increasingly paranoid about crime. Evidence of poverty is everywhere and I’ve been warned so often about being careful, I sometimes refuse to take a camera or, if I do, find it’s locked in my bag, tied to my chest, and not available to shoot until the shot has been missed.