Well, I visited the Hungarian restaurant today, since noone else was open. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, but left my 500$ camera and 200$ worth of memory in the restaurant. Fortunately, they kept it for me, but when I returned, I pulled it out of my pocket, and left it in the taxi. I suppose it was too big to carry in a pocket anyway. So, I've proceeded to call every "radio taxi" company in the phone book, but the likelyhood is that another passenger took the camera.

I remember the driver, Osvoldo Lubovitch (or some other last name). In our conversation, he mentioned his being jewish but not observant, and that his father was a Russian communist, and therefore he was fairly secular. I heard about his family, and we had a nice conversation.

Having lost this camera, I put it in a larger frame. Does losing nearly a week's pay really affect my life? The only thing that I truly lost was the ability to share the sights and dances that I am going to be enjoying on this trip. Due to that fact, I feel that in order to make the most of this trip, I am going to have to take more private lessons, for starters. After all, there's no point in videotaping things at the end, I just need to take notes on things I can improve on. It is imperative that I can return with the strongest sense of Argentina possible, and in order to do that, I will have to remember things vividly, experience things strongly, and learn the most that I can to help others when I return to the states. I feel that it is unfortunate, but such small things in life are only opportunities for growth, or at worst, speed bumps.

Last night was rather interesting, Christmas and fireworks never went so well together. Or maybe not, considering the number of car alarms that went off from m80s.

I had my class with andres at 7 pm, and I noted that we went for an hour an a half, for 100 pesos, with his dance partner. For me, that's a ridiculously good value. Additionally, we traded music using my ipod, and I think we'll meet up again on Wendsday for another private.

After that, it took me about an hour to find a taxi from downtown, because all of the drivers were going home to visit their families. I eventually got lucky and found a cab stuck at an intersection that I conviced to give me a ride, but that was after it was determined that I wanted to go near where his home was.

I was walking around the neighborhood in Palermo, trying to find a place to eat, when I ran across a nice looking restaurant with an old gentleman who was the proprietor, sitting at the outside tables. He explained to me that he was there to help business, and I explained that I as around since Christmas isn't all that important to a jewish person anyway. Jorge eventually went on to tell me that he was a holocaust survivor from Dachau. He was a Hungarian who left for BA at the age of 20 (he's 80 now), and we had a long conversation (in Spanish) about secret jews in Hungary. It's pretty amazing to meet someone like that at all, much less in such a random fashion.

Dinner was Hungarian fare, with bitter eggs and fruit as the entre, goulash with gnocchi as the main course, and an orange parfait with a fluffy egg base and chocolate sauce for desert.

After my meal and conversation with Jorge was almost over, I met 3 guys from LA, who are here pretty much to party and nothing else. I'm going to get them to check out La Viruta I hope, and maybe tango in LA.

Oh, also, if you want a postcard, or know a good file sharing and picture sharing website, send me an e-mail at tinytransistor@gmail.com. I'd like to share some amazing video on top of my pics if I can.