... in response to Argentina...back to Buenos Aires, posted by pablo on Jun 21, 2003[This message has been edited by pablo]
Still being on cloud nine from the previous days date I was contemplating what to do. I had a few more appointments with some ladies, two from the agency and one I met via the internet. After doing a little packing I headed down for my free continental breakfast. Soon Henry, the man I ordered the Matrix coats from, would stop by and drop them off. These coats were gorgeous, made from soft and supple lambskin. I tried mine on and noticed how comfortable a custom fitted jacket felt. Not only sharp looking, they were also surprisingly light. The weather was perfect for wearing something like this. A few people were already wearing full length coats. Most people in BsAs dress sharper than here in the States so I didn’t feel out of place wearing it. Besides, it looked way cool. Now all I needed was some of those fancy shades. Hey, Nimo…
Later my morning date stopped by and we decided to go to Café Tortoni. Founded in 1858, it is the oldest coffee shop in Argentina. It had a beautiful interior that was rich in history. On one end of the café was a billiard room. After a light lunch and café con leche we left and walked down Florida street, another pedestrian only street that was lined with shops. It was here outside one of the banks that I saw the only demonstration while in the country. A group of about fifty people were making noise banging on garbage cans, pots, and metal poles, apparently upset at the economic conditions in their country. I didn’t feel threatened walking past them as there were lots of uniformed policemen and the demonstrators, although upset and loud, seemed peaceful.
Returning back to the hotel we said our goodbyes and I waited for my afternoon appointment to stop by. This was one of the ladies I met through the internet. She lived about an hour and a half away from where I was staying and took both a train and a bus ride to get into town. Although attractive there wasn’t much chemistry between us but I felt obliged to spend some time with her.
In the evening I had one more dinner date with another agency lady. She was very nice, beautiful, intelligent, and even had an American visa but somehow I kept thinking about the other date I had on Thursday. I honestly wished it would have been her instead, but duty demanded such tough work of eating dinner with an attractive woman. Yea I know, tough job, but someone has to do it. It was late when we finished our meal so we parted our ways. I wanted to get a good night’s rest anyway and was looking forward to being with my Thursday date!
Saturday morning arrived too quickly and I finished packing. I brought one extra large suitcase with me to bring back some goodies. It was full of nice Mendoza wine, olive oil and a bottle of Gancia that was given to me as a gift from Maria. This stuff is good! A little Ganzia, soda water, and fresh squeezed lemons made for a very refreshing drink. I hoped all the bottles would be safe on the journey back.
I checked out of the hotel and headed over to Maria’s home that was close by. As my plane did not leave until later in the afternoon I did not want to pay for another days stay. It was nice to see her and her family again while waiting to be picked up by the one lady I was most interested in. Heading over to EZE International with her I could tell that she liked me. Sitting close, holding hands, resting her head on my shoulders, exchanging gifts and nice conversation. Once we arrived at the airport we had to wait in a long line. Everyone and their brother seemed to be traveling on Lan Chile that day and I was getting nervous about the time but then realized who was beside me and how we could spend that time together, talking and being close to one another.
I wanted to take her photo but as she is very shy she said no. After insisting and her not budging about it she did compromise and make me an offer. Either I could take one photo of her or us together or I could give her some kisses later. What a tough choice. I said how about both, but still she insisted on one or the other. I came to my senses and said ok, no photos. ;-)
Everything was going fine until she asked me what I did the previous night. Being hesitant to answer at first, I decided to tell the truth and told her I went to dinner with another lady from the agency. Big mistake! I was used to multiple dates at the Colombian agency, sometimes a lady was waiting for me as I was returning from another date. I had hoped that she would understand but she was genuinely hurt. It put a little of a damper on the next few moments we had together but eventually we worked it out and I was able to “collect” on our deal. What soft and tender lips she had said the big bad wolf. She looked up at me and said, “you know, you don’t deserve them” and kissed me again and then said you better come back soon. Man, was it hard saying goodbye. This is by far the hardest part of any Latin American trip I have made and that is getting on the plane to come back home. Now, I was leaving a special lady in BsAs only just having gotten to know her. I am sure I will be returning to Argentina in the near future.
Well, that’s my trip board. I hope you enjoyed reading it and I also hope that it has given you encouragement to make the trip south, even possibly considering another country besides Colombia. All of Latin America is filled with beautiful Latinas.
Suerte!
Pablo
