Buenos Aires charges at you with a chest bump. Beautiful but aggressive city. Traffic fumes and smells of grilling meat fill the air. Our first day here we spent the morning getting acclimated. After a few false starts we figured out how to get a subway card. If Jim's Spanish weren't so good I'm not sure we could have done it. We were first told the post office sold the cards. So we went to the post office and they sent us to a little corner store to get the actual card. Then back to the post office to fill it with cash. I don't understand why the post office doesn't sell the cards but I'm sure there is a good Argentine reason for it.The subway system itself is pretty easy and gets you most places in the city. Which is good because the streets are so clogged traffic is pretty slow. Driving here looks even worse than in NYC. Visited the Casa Rosada (above) the president's residence. The ghost of Evita Peron hovers over the balconies and it is easy to imagine cheering crowds of thousands in the Plaza Mayo in front.
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