Technically, I am safely in Buenos Aires. I think. I am checked in at a hostel; I am sitting next to my sister Rachel in a locoturio, and l seems to be well.

The hostel is nice and the people have been friendly; I got a taxi driver who gave me false change already; I managed to find my way from the hostel to Rachel’s apartment easily. So some good, some bad. Rachel and I had breakfast, got me minutes on my cell phone, and have been walking around Palermo. (Ask me via email if you want the cell number.) It’s gross and muggy; the weather outside is windy and not horribly un-cool, but I’m sweating sitting here. I’m glad that I’m here for winter and not for summer; I’d dislike living here without AC.

My Spanish has been fine thus far; I had a nice conversation with the cab driver before he stole my money. I am reasonably not-upset. I’m not sure what the plan is for the rest of the day — Rachel has to interview some artist-guy this afternoon, so I suppose we’ll wander around a bit more, and then I’ll go to the hostel, read some, and give Maria (who I shall be working for, if all goes well) a call, and figure out tomorrow.

But yes, I am well & safe. In case you were wondering.