After about 15 hours in a plane 8 hours in the airport and, at best, 5 hours of sleep, I could say I made it; I was actually in Buenos Aires. Once I made it past the barrage of customs agents and bag checks, it wasn’t until long that I found my two friends that came to visit for the first week in Argentina. With a few congratulatory high fives and hugs, we found a cab and headed to the city. For the most part the first day was a blur and felt like a week had gone by. Soon after finding the hostel, we went in search of the first parilla, known for their amazing steaks; needless to say, between the three of us, we probably consumed 60 ounces if meat in the first day. Deliciousa! With 24 hours under my belt, my first impression is as follows:
- The architecture is beautiful!
- The streets are as dirty or worse than New York.
- The weather is amazing!
- The beaches are lacking.
- The lifestyle is incredible!
For the most part, the first day was spent walking around, acclimating, and eating great food. The night and following morning was one big party. The hostel we are currently staying organized a pre-party and club party. Just to give you some context, the club party didn’t start until 2a, yes, I said start! After some casual cocktails, listening to American top 40 from 5 years ago and meeting other nomads, traveling the world and living the hostel lifestyle, we piled into a shuttle and headed to the club. After dancing until 6a with people from all over the world, I’m not sure I’ll ever be satisfied with another American bar again! So as not to miss a moment of the trip, we forced our sleep deprived bodies out of bed around 11a, only to start again. I can only imagine what day 2 will bring!…