Do you ever get the urge to ask all the smokers in the room to kindly step outside until they´ve finished smoking? That´s how I was feeling last night at Sira, the club we were frequenting... I seem to be suffering from an on-off-on-off total congestion, and I´m not sure if it´s being caused by allergies or smog or what, but I´m hoping it stays as its current state of intermittent sniffles and sneezes. It makes me miss Canadian no-smoking-in-public-places laws and norms. (Btw, title from Portuguese song Ele keeps singing, spelling corrections appreciated!!)

Yesterday, Ele and I stayed in the city and went to Recoleta Cemetary (where all the people whose names name the street currently reside, as Ele puts it) and the artesania market outside it, then to el Caminito, a touristy area of Buenos Aires where the immigrants all first arrived and settled so many years ago. We walked through the colourful streets and some little shops and an artist´s studio and even got pulled into a tango dance in front of a restaurant (I´m still officially very, very bad!). We then went out to grab a bite and, after deciding that the first restaurant we went into seemed a bit sketchy (under the shared assumption that if the tables look dirty, the kitchen´s probably dirtier), settled on a cleaner place and ate lots of Ravioli. When I get home, I hope summer´s there so I can start biking around again - I´m gonna need a very active lifestyle to compensate for my nearly all-carb diet here!!

Ooh, we´re going to go now, more later!!