I'm Home!

Buenos Aires was beautiful. I can't say it wasn't. It was so clean, had amazing wine, few people begging on the street (only because they live too far from the city), and lovable meat. 

By the way, when I say lovable meat, I really mean orgasmic.  Seriously, you go to the right place and it's so orgasmic you are practically being inappropriate at the table. Of course, who wouldn't expect me to be inappropriate...

But in the end, I was ready to come home to my city. I missed the overt PDAs, the the muffin tops, and the beer.  There are some skinny Argentinians in Buenos Aires and some stores that don't carry 'your size'.  Not here baby. My ass is like the ass of a child in Brazil. It's so small in comparison that I'm practically a petite. 

And I missed people talking loudly.  Why you ask? Because I have adapted to Brazil and, until now, I didn't realize that I also talk loudly.  Maybe that's why people actually referred to me as Brazilian!  That or the fact that I was speaking really REALLY bad Portanol.  Either way it's crazy since I basically have an American flat tattooed on my forehead, I look so stinking American. 

Anyway, I recommend a visit to Buenos Aires.  It's a fun city, not that much cheaper than Rio, hate to break it to you.  You get 2.2 pesos per real.  Then keep in mind that, for example, a cheaper bottle of wine at the grocery store costs 30 pesos thus 15 reais. Basically the same thing. A little cheaper, but nothing to write home about. 

So I recommend a mini trip and running around.  Then I recommend coming back to Rio. Really, you just can't beat this city! 

Leaving on a Jet Plane

This Momma is packing her bags! No, I am not fleeing the homestead for greener pastures. I'm going away for the weekend!

No kids - check
No husband - check
Girlfriends - check
Sweet hotel - double check

I like to play it super cool but I'm a bit control-freaked out about leaving my boys behind. I'm going to be depending on the Argentinian wine industry to keep me from turning the cab around and going back to the airport. Yes, I will be driving the cab.  And yes, I am that neurotic. 

Not really, I just actually enjoy the sleep deprivation and total lack of time to meander around.  I dig my boys, what can say.

But Momma needs some time away and the travel bug is biting. Of course taking a little flight to Buenos Aires and staying in a WAY chicer hotel than I'm used to doesn't really fit into my definition of travel. I may not be backpacking the world but I will wine and dine with some of my favorite lady friends. 

It's really a shame I don't swing the other way because this has the potential of being a very romantic trip.  That's ok.  I'll just have to settle for the best meat in the world (the kind on your plate people! I'm married!), great shopping, and my Reais actually beating out another currency! 

I can I get a WOOT WOOT on the Real finally being the bigger man!  1 to 2.3!  There may end up being some shopping done.  I can't promise anything, but it could happen. 

So I will, obviously, post before I leave tomorrow afternoon, but this is what is in my head right now.  Bag packed, airport transport planned, and big belly-sucking-in panties on.  Well, they are packed. Hey, that dress does not give me any wiggle room and I will finally have an opportunity to wear it.  Think of it as an old woman chastity belt. 

On Dancer! On Prancer!  To the airport we go!