Well I have experienced no highs and no lows over the job conquest yet. You might say that I am in career limbo and you might not even call it a career as I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I have been playing the waiting game of sorts since my interview on Tuesday. The meeting went well we talked in terms of me having the job and we left it with me starting this Friday/tomorrow so that's a good thing. One major immediate downside about starting tomorrow is that I leave for ten days on Wednesday next week. Needless to say, Ol' Petro is a little concerned about his job security while away. I did notify them of this trip before they hired me but they will not have learned to miss me by then and might just find a replacement Petro whilst I'm away. Maybe I will bring donuts tomorrow.
Being unemployed and in a new city might prompt you to ask the question "So what does Petro do with his time?"
Well that's none of your damn Business!
Talk to you soon.
Petro

The Radest Dudes Ever!

Still here in San Diego and still unemployed. I have one solid lead going and will most likely find out my fate tomorrow, so think positively. Really not 100% sure what to expect but that's what makes this process so fun that and the harsh in your face reality of rejection!

Kelly and I went to see my new cousin Dominic not Dominique as some have pronounced incorrectly. I'll say this much that kid is all man... nothing like his father. Below are some photos of us bustin our first hang together, Eric and Kristin showed up too and it was fun seeing them.

So far all is good here save that lack of job business. I am still confident it will work out though and if not what better place to be homeless. The locals have started taking to me as well, not necessarily in a good way but still they're taking to me. I do feel like sometimes I'm not cool enough to live here but that is a demon I will forever have to wrestle with on my own. What else can I say things are going great!

I'll keep you posted on the job and friend hunt.

Petro

Unemployed Again

I thought I might start blogging again and see how long it would take for someone to stumble across this post.
I arrived in San Diego a little over a week ago astonished at the fact that my '99 Chevy Lazer had little problems making the overland haul to the West coast. Upon arrival I was greeted by my overly excitable dog Mia, thank God she was there as Kelly had to finish up with a late surgery and I was tired of talking to myself.
Since then I have seen Kelly and she is doing and looking great but not nearly as excited to see me as Mia was. That's okay though I would not want her to pee here pants every time she saw me! Enough about being excited to see me and more about my new digs.
Life here has been good thus far, I love the weather, hanging out with my girls and the idea of a new adventure as scary as it may be. As you are all aware the economy stinks right now and it is a little difficult finding work towards the end of the year in a city where you know no one. That's alright though I have a feeling something will work out as it always seems to. I do have one thing in the oven so keep your fingers crossed or throw a prayer my way with the big guy.
It has been an interesting transition from KC to San Diego when I left almost two weeks ago I was at my max stress level after putting a button in my sister's new kitchen, saying my goodbyes and packing to leave for the next part of my life. Know that I am here and once again unemployed I have had time to relax, unwind and take in an appreciation for my ability to cram three weeks of work into two. Of course that would not have been possible without the help and support of many people as always seems to be the case... that's why it is always hard to leave my beloved KC. However, I am here now and I will keep you posted on how things pan out.
Cheers,
Petro

Dear Grandma and Stitches,
Let me start out by informing you both that I have arrived safely back in the country that I am proud to call home. Thank you both for your continued loyalty through the hell I must have put you through by not contributing to my own blog. It seems everyone else has long since given up. You two are warriors of the same class. So for your efforts, I would like to share with you my exit thoughts and conclusions of South America.
Stitches, you son were one of the first that I threw out the suggestion of leaving everything behind and going on an exploration of self. After long talks and careful planning you said you were out and I was left to fend for myself. I don´t care that you pulled out at the last minute anymore. After all, this letter is intended not just for you but my Grandmother the other viewer of my blog so I will remain positive.
I am here to tell you the complete lack of research and planning proved a successful way of creating a meaningful experience. Without trying to document the last three months of my travels (You will have to be present at my diary readings to get that hot gossip) and for the sake of keeping things short and simple I will get right to it. I would have failed you both had I walked away from this sabbatical without gaining some purpose or clarity from it all. As I have never been accused of ¨catching on quick¨ it was no surprise that it was just a couple of days ago that I realized the significance of this stage in my life.
Life for the most part is good. Especially when you are born into a very comfortable existence with a family that loves you and have an American citizenship. It may only further prove my ignorance but it took a journey like this for me to realize exactly how great I had it in life. I did sacrifice much and acted selfishly in my decision to do something like this, however, it paid dividends I am pleased to say.
I saw some amazing things, slept in some amazingly awful places, partied till dawn, woke up to roosters crowing at dawn, climbed snowy peaks, swam in crystal clear river rapids, dug ditches, missed Jorge, haggled with a Jorge. ate some bizarre things, experienced some strange encounters, witnessed environmental destruction, saw first hand the wonders of nature, galloped horses, rode motorcycles and felt the rush of being in a four wheeler accident...again, visited five different countries in as many months, never scratched the surface of mastering the Spanish language, missed family and friends, found friends and family.
Over the course of the last 17 months with the help of many and the desire to find a better way of life for myself I think I might have found part of the answer (for myself anyway). Surround yourself with good people, appreciate what you have and contribute in a beneficial and honest manner and you will have happiness. The key to life is all about putting a positive spin on things. Easier said then done I´m afraid, for now this attitude will work for me.
That being said, I owe a debt of gratitude to many a people for making my decision possible. To name just a few and by a few I mean many and I am sorry for the many I will probably forget to mention.


My partner on this shindig Brian "BQ" Quarnstrom, thanks for the good times and always having each other's back.

To my entire medical team at St. Luke's South Pediatric Care especially Dr. Bob Schloegel for their continued care well into my late 20's. I believe I am currently the oldest patient that has ever been treated there, beating BQ out by a total of seven days.

To my God parents Moose and Gigi for raising me in the way of the Lord (do you capitalize lord?) and also helping me deal with Uncle Sam and those God Damn taxes he expects every year!

Wayne and Pam Mckamie and the entire staff at Focus for all their assistance in helping me figure somethings out.

Cousin Big Reg for all the worthwhile advice in life.

Vicky Springs for finding a way to send her baked bread down to me in Ecuador.

Matt Carl Schloegel for offering a one time "Get out of Jail free card" to BQ and I. My only regret was the fact that we never were able to use it.

Erin Powell for being our go to gal for research assistance, logistics coordinator and conveyor of sound advice.

My lawyer Uncle Paul Croker for making it legally easier for me to die or become incapacitated down South. Had we not have filled out all that legal jargon and something had happened to me I would have hated to see my family torn apart trying to fight over all my assets and estates. I promise to send you plenty of business later in life.

My Brother Zeke and Sister in law Andrea for their generous donation to the cause.

Dave and Denise Schloegel, they were there for me when I planned my trip to Australia and you bet your sweet potato that they were there again for this adventure. Thanks guys!

Cousin Mark Paul, where do I begin? Spiritual guidance, fashion guru, master of the ways of women and an unwavering loyalty to the cause made him irreplaceable on this adventure. Not to mention the beef jerky we received in Quito.

Mister Misti- The man who showed me how to recycle before recycling was cool! Oh yeah, also giving me gainful employment for the year leading up to this trip.

Chuck and all the battles he fought with Sprint successfully suspending my phone service while I was a way. A task that I was incapable of conquering. That is why when in doubt I send in my Noble Steed to take care of business for me.

Virgin and Michale Vaughan the best damn benefactors my dog Jorge and I could have ever had asked for and thier constant generosity and love.

Tom and Mariela my Ecuadorian parents, even though Tom walked out of my life life 24 years ago to go and get a "pack of smokes" in one month of reacquainting with him he was totally able to redeem himself with his life lessons and generous spirit. I credit his new wife for this.

To the Kansas City K-9 club especially Jill for going the extra distance in taking care of my dog and keeping him safe and happy while I was away. Never once did she shy away from helping my sister out in taking care of the old boy.

To my Mother and Father and their continued support in me. I know I have not always made it easy but at the very least I keep you wondering "just what in the hell does that boy have going on up in that head of his". I am lucky to have parents that at the very least try to understand me and I know that it has not been easy. Thanks for the love.

To a very special lady friend of mine KJ, who has made me wonder over the last few months exactly what the hell I have going on in that head of mine! I am looking forward to seeing you real soon and thanks for not giving up on me.

Lastly, everyone mentioned above played a key role in allowing me to go on an adventure like this and I will never forget that but there is one person in particular that deserves a special shout out and that is my big sis Ali. She has always been on my side even when it was clearly the wrong side and without her this experience would not have happened. Not only did she allow me to store all my crap in her basement, help ready me for this trip, give me shelter upon returning but she took on the mother load burden of fostering my dog while I was a way. I know for a fact that it was not always an easy task and it certainly demanded a lot of her time but she was able to keep Jorge Miguel alive and happy and for that I owe her big. The only problem is is that she knows this! Thanks Ali.

So to put it very simply; I'm Back...Deal with it!

Er Chico Pietro

I´m Back

It has been some time since the last post and I am sorry for that. It is my sincere hope that I did not lose a large number of my reading audience. It might be the case that my mother is the only one who will read this and I´m okay with that.
I last left you on my way to Junin De Los Andes and boy was it a magical little mountain town! I did not get the opportunity to wet a line but I did take the opportunity to swim in the very river that people fish for those infamous trouts. They were none to pleased with your boy as I was floating by and snaggin their lines. That day will go down as one of the best I have had so far. The river was crystal clear and warm with a strong current that made for just a great swim. Later that day BQ and I managed to find a pick up volleyball game with some of the local boys. All was going well, we were enjoying the sun and sport until one of the bigger boys (maybe 17) called me a chica (I think). I think he was reffering to my hair and not my play so I let it roll off my back. besides I didn´t feel like getting my bottom kicked by a school boy...again. That night I feasted on trout and stayed at a very accommodating inn.
Crossing over into Chile was a breeze it took all of 45 minutes with zero fees, so that was a good thing. The bus dropped our sorry rears off in Valdivia and we got busy trying to find a place to stay as it was difficult with the festival going on. Valdivia was a relaxing time; nice people, good seafood and a nice view of the river. I tried renting a kayak to make the loop around the city but they would not let you go outside the area that was marked off (about the size of a olympic pool). In all it would be an excellent place to spend some quality time getting to know your grandmother a little better.
Niebla was the next stop. It is located about thirty minuets from Valdivia and it is a costal town over looking the Pacific. We stayed at a campsite with an incredible view and met some good people there. Our stupid children´s tent makes for a good conversation starter especially when they arrive while we are still sleeping side by side with our feet hanging out the front. Making it to Niebla allowed us to claim a coast to coast excursion in one months time. Is there any significance it that claim? I don´t know.
From Niebla we headed to Pucon, Chile by far my most favorite stop on the journey thus far. Pucon is located in Southern Chile and is their adventure capital. The town itself is amazingly clean and beautiful with an economy based on tourism so it was also over the top friendly which was nice. We stayed at a super cool backpackers hostle with people from all over and enjoyed the change in company. Our first full day in town we went rafting on the Trancura river in the class 4 section. The experience was tits! The river was vastly different from my excursions down the Niangua. Although I had the same rowing partner as I always had when conquering the mighty Ni it was the first time we were able to have a coherant conversation at the end of the float. The following day called for a 4:00 am wake up call which I was not to happy about. I made this decisios by listening to the ultra enthusiastic people who had gone before I to make an attempt at climbing Volcon Villarcia. The currently active volcano hovers over the small mountain town and is a steep climb of about 3600 meters. The climb was maybe the most physically difficult thing I have done (Enter Zeke with a girly man comment) as it became steeper and steeper as you worked your way up it. On top of that it was necessary to wear ice climbing gear for a good majority of the five hours it took to summit it. As I climbed the last 20 meters exhausted and only going forward because it seemed to be easier then going back down all pain subsided when I reached the top and took in the view. It was an incredible natural high of the purest kind. Atop the volcanco was a massive smoking hole (Also of the purest kind) about the circumference of a football field. We were unable to see any active lava that day as there was too much smoke pouring out but you could hear the laving crashing against the rocks (at least thats what the guide said he could be full of bull whooey). The trek down was only bad for the first thirty minutes as we got to slide down on our bums the majority of the way. That day I went from freezing cold temps at 6:00 am to beach bummin it on the perfectly chilled lake at the edge of town at 6:00 pm. Quick side note: That night a group of us got together at our place mainly those who made the trek that morning and some who were to depart the following morning including a couple Aussie boys named James and James for a BBQ. The two James seemed to have thought that they had already made the hike as they drank with us right up to there four am departure. Needless to say they were unable to complete the climb.
Thats all I have for now as I am heading to San Pedro to see what they got cookin up there. I already have my next post in mind so look for it soon, it involves lots of girls. Also I have added more pictures for your enjoyment. Sorry for the rambling I did not have any time to edit this post. In the mean time take care and hold steady!

Paz, Petro

Shout out to my brother Chuck!

I have returned from my brief stint as a Gaucho farm hand and I must say that I still prefer city life over sleeping on lamb wool. I do feel that we as Americans live a glutinous lifestyle however, shame on all of you for always having to use your "own" fork and spoons! Shame on you for refrigerating your goat meat. Just hang it on the hook next to the dinner table. And shame on you for owning more than one pair of underware you can´t wear them both at once! Life on the ranch just seemed to make more sense.
Well the time came a little earlier then expected but we had to get the hell off the ranch as the second week lacked any real adventure and started to mirror slave hood. All in all I am darn sure that someday in the near future I will only remember the good experiences of the last two weeks. There were some great ones at that. (See BQ´s blog for more of an in depth report on the weeks activities- brianquarnstrom.blogspot.com). Reluctantly, I must admit that my critics were right, paying to work is not all its cracked up to be. So upon my return home I will go back to practicing capitalism in my work experiences.
Onward, the next stop for ol´Petro is the supposed trout fishing capital of the world, Junin De Los Andes, AR. This will be nothing more than a 24 hour layover as I make my way into Valdivia, Chile. Don´t think for one moment that your boy ain´t gonna wet a line though. I have great envisions of feasting on frest trout a welcomed change from goat. By dumb luck (which is my favorite kind) we are arriving in Valdivia on the eve of their largest annual festivle Noche de Valdivia which sounds very promising as the city was founded by Germans and is renowned for its breweries and fireworks. (I think the latter is actually Chinese)
One last thing, it is becoming apparent to me that I need to get mobile in someway. So I was thinking that I should either walk the docks/marina and try getting on a sailing, fishing or yachting crew. However, I´m reluctant to that idea more now then ever as my last "volunteer" job was not so hot. The other idea is buying a used motorcycle on the cheap and travel around on it for a bit. Anyhow, I will leave this up for a vote. Please feel free to voice your opinion. I just ask that you try to remain positive. (Brother Zeke- By the way big shout out to him on turning thirty this last week, did not see that one coming...Happy Birthday brosif!) Also as of right now I am unable to upload pictures to the site because of technical difficulties. (I lost the USB cord. Not to worry situation is under control.) However, you can check out some pics on BQ´s site of the beautiful Patagonia scenery. I will also hold to vote whether I should cut the hair or not as it is starting to feel similar to wearing a wool cap in August. Please keep in mind that certain people´s opinions will weigh more heavily then others on this matter. I.E. Mark Paul and my stylist Lori Underwood. Thats all I have for now sorry for taking up your time... deal with it!



Much Love

Petro

* L.O.M.E so sorry to hear about my boy Shaq-Nasty gettin the boot from the Heat. What has happened to the Heat since that Triumphant 2006 season.

*Jacque please proof read and send back ASAP. I almost gave up writing becasue of you.

* Big Reg where have you been on the post I´ve been missing you.

* Stitches I have blocked you from this blog (Jacque your next)

* Erin the Peter Meter done broke but rest assure I´m putting my best man on it!

* T-Bone don´t think for one moment that I don´t have high hopes of resurrecting Tiehen Lawn Service. Call Mike and see where his interest level is at.

* Mandi the beard is as grisly as ever and I would like to honor Mike´s request however, I don´t have a razor that will trim it. Explain to Mike that I´m working on it.

*Hi Sweetums

*Jefferey I´m glad I can shed just a little bit of light on your dark dreary days in class. Knowing that makes this all worth it.

* Mom when you see your name and the message you just typed on the computer screen you have successfully posted a comment!

* Vic tell those kids to stay in school the Gaucho life is no life for them

* Last and most importantly a big hello to you G-ma! The Caballos (Horses) do speak Spanish here, I had a the only bilingual one however.

*Please note that the USB cord situation is not under control and if anyone has an extra one laying around I could use it please*

Bien dia!

Just wanted to let everyone know that I am alive and sanity is still somewhat in check! I was trampled by a large calf this last Saturday but it only did damage to the already damaged part of my head so all is good. I am enjoying life on the farm very much except for the large quantities of goat I have consumed over the last week. I will write more later as I am not finshed with the job I have started.
Er Chico Pietro

Goodbye Sanity, not that it was ever that good to me!

Well hello there,
Well some decisions have been made and seems for now we have some sort of purpose to this journey! As of now the plan is to head down South in the Patagonia region to work on an equestrian ranch. There might be some confussion when reading this statement as in my last post I said that we were going there already. However, we got side tracked and decided to go to the town of Quequen, a small beach town on the East coast of Argentina as we had no reason not to. While here we got word via email from a dude that we have been corresponding with about working on his ranch and after careful consideration he gave us the go ahead to come on down. That being said, the truly confusing part is that we are paying him to work on the ranch. Just as I was settling into unemployment I went right back to it, sans the gainful part. Once down there we will work along side the native indians building fences and cabins on the ranch. The very minimal fee that we will pay does include our room and board, but the idea behind this is the total immersion experience that will hopefully give me the ability to speak the language better. I am sure the experience will be great as we will be moving around on horse through the mountainside and have the weekends to enjoy the ranch and all of its amenities. My only hope is that the boys down there have the same work ethic as the Kansas City Water Department does. I know of at least two people (My old man and my Tio Juan) who are questioning my sanity at this moment but let me assure you that it is as in check as it ever will be. Give it till about week two of this experience before it is totally gone.
Big thanks and hello to all those who have contributed to the post comments that is the thing I like best about this blog site. Sorry that I don´t post more often but would anyone really want to hear from me daily excluding my mother? For the next month as I will be predominately camping in the mountainside it will be difficult for me to have any contact with the outside world so I will say goodbye until then. Also, if anyone could figure a way to send vaccumed packed Peanut wings and ranch dressing that would definietly insure them a way cool souviner from me. I´m thinking a really neat rock from the mountains would do the trick. (I know my boy Da Mask ears just popped up, don´t worry I´m taking care of it!) Goodbye for now and don´t forget to take care of your bad self.

Most Fondly,
Petro

Bustin out of Bueno

Well the time has come for us to make the next move on this journey. While I will always have a special place for Buenos Aires in my heart I am ready to find more of an adventure. Not to say that there was a lack of exciting times in BA. Like the time I was bitten by a dog, having my toe broken by a big girl on a barstool or the spider bite on my shoulder that I am currently wondering if I should have checked out. I will miss the people too, like the German guy in our hostel who came down with Dengue fever (I was somewhat glad for this because it forced him to go to the the hospital, he smelled and I was scared of him). I am only half kidding when I put BA in a bad light. I would suggest this city as a must see when traveling to South America. The culture and sites are fascinating, the people are all to friendly, the food and wine are great (Some of the best steaks I have ever had) and it is incredibly cheap for a major metropolis.
Next stop, Bariloche! Bariloche is a popular destination for backpackers because it is a launching point to travel the Patagonia region. We will leave BA tomorow via a 20+ hour bus ride and arrive sometime the next day. There I hope to hike and camp in the surrounding national parks. Also while we are there I would like to go white water kayaking and if we can manage rent dirt bikes and explore Patagonia in the style of Che Guevara. We will continue to look to get work on some type of equestrian ranch as this would be the area to find such work. The idea behind doing this would be to fully immerse ourselves in the language as our Spanish is still lacking and thereby crippling our freedom outside of the tourist areas. I will update you when I start to get a clue as to what life has instore for me once there.
Lastly, I awoke the other night to find Brian halfway under my bed fully immersed in another night terror episode. I am still waiting for the person responsible for this to come forward. I will continue to bring him back from the dark areas that his mind allows him to go but I wan~t some answers!

Your Chico Pietro

ps I am in the process of trying to get pictures uploaded into a slide show format on this site but it has been difficult for me to figure this out as I am not the computer guru that you wish I were. I have no idea what the current slide show pictures are.

The other side of the story

Buenos Tardes, and los sientos for not posting lately but I have been super busy at the camp I`m volunteering at (the hostle). Where do I began as this may be my last post as the computer game that the kids are playing next to me right now has seem to caught my interest. Well bad news down South the night manager at the Hardrock Cafe said that "I´m not Hardrock material, because I do not posses the American qualities they are looking for" just my luck! So it looks like it back to pounding the pavement for ol´Petro. On the lighter side of things the pool was drained and cleaned at the hostle which is a good thing.
As my friend Brian had mentioned in his blog he has been having a rough go getting some sleep as of late. Three of the six nights we have been here Brian has awoken from his slumber in a somewhat violent manner yelling things like "Hey..hey where am I" or my favorite "who is that" The first time this happened I could not have been nicer as I talked BQ down and got him back to bed. The second time I simply said in a loud voice that "nobody is out to get you go to bed". The last time this happened I think I was a little over the top as I yelled "BQ shut the ---- up and go to bed you cry baby". Needless to say the next morning I felt bad about this and was quick to apologize, it was unnecessary. I just want to know what "Special" uncle is responsible for this, the silience is killing my friend.
Other than that we have just been enjoying ourselves in Buenos Aires. We are both taking private intensive language classes everyday here and they seem to help. Today I was able to order lunch without having to point to my stomach and make a hungry face. Next stop will hopefully be Cordoba, Argentina where we are trying to find work on a dove hunting ranch and continue to nail down the languge. More later, my ipod just died and I realiezed that the entire internet cafe is full of kids playing the game I was talking about. It sounds like somebody just busted open a Pinita (spelling ?)

Your Chico Pietro

Funny thing about that...

I am beginning to think Americans have it ass backwards. Don´t worry I am not renouncing my homeland in any way. There are just a few things that I would like to see changed by the time I get back. As many can attest Petro is not one for the morning and the great thing about that is I have yet to particapate in one down here. I am convinced that the little mouse in my head does not even get on the wheel until 2:oo pm at the earliest. The schedule just works for me down here. Today I had my morning Cafe Leche at 2:30 and I´m just now staring to think about lunch and it is almost 6:00. I don´t see why it is a big deal to start your day later as long as you start it and finish it later. The Argentine also seem to put a huge emphaisis on down time and that is right up my alley (Note: This notion my be slighty skewed as I am baseing this off the time I have spent hanging around the hostel). Lastly, although I would be terrified to do it just yet the driving here just seems to make sense. I have always said that when operating a vehicle it should be up to the indivual to drive within their comfort zone. Here stop lights are merely a suggestion, it appears you can drive as fast as the sitution will allow and weaving in and out of traffic adds a certian element of excitement to driving that I so desire.

That being said I´m not giving up my passport just yet. I just wish we could embrace some of their customs (especially empanadas; meat and cheese stuffed pastries). However, there are some customs of ours that I wish the Argentine would embrace. For example not allowing your dog to take a shit wherever he darn well please. Poo poo is everywhere here. True story; I was having my afternoon cafe today and this chico walks by with his perro and the dog stoped five feet from my table and took a steamer right there, then the dude just walked away like it was nothing. It is disappointing to say but Buenos Aires is really dirty, it is almost as if they have no idea of our current global sitution. It is a crazy great city with much cultrual significance and beautiful sights but there is trash and dookies everywhere. It is smilar to the scene in Anchor Man where Ron and the boys are walking through a beautiful park taking a strolling lunch and disgarding their trash as they walk.
Last night we went about town for our first real night out. A group of us from the hostle all Americans started the night at our villa with dinner and much Quilmes (local beer, good too I might add). About 3:00 am we decided it was time to head out to the clubs as they are just opening at this time ( I believe that Uncle Joe had his alarm set for an hour later to get the first crack at the obituaries). We went to a diso teca where we had a great time dancing and taking in the latino energy. All was going smashingly well until Brian and I started a "U-S-A" chant and a crowd of over 400 stopped dancing all at once... (If anyone is actually still reading this that did not really happen, although for a split second anyone reading this was shaking there head and thinking "Not again Petro"). I can´t promise you that when I go to have Chili Cheese fries and Budwiesers at the local TGIF tonight that that will happen. The night ended with us getting into a cab about 6:00 am and tucking ourselves in to our shared loft in the sweltering heat. All in a days work!

Still Really enjoying unemployment.
Petro

PS Kepp your fingers crossed I just dropped off my application to bartend at Hardrock Cafe down here. I would have to cut my hair so I´m pretty torn over the whole thing.

Nobody told me they speak Spanish down here!

Greetings to all,
They let me in! I am happy to say that after a day and a half of traveling I arrived in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Life is good down here thus far. We are in the summer months so the weather is hot, similar to that of a an August day in Kansas City. BA is huge, 13 million people reside here over 1/3 of Argentina´s population. We arrived at 4:30 am (BA time/4 hours ahead of central time) weiry from a long travel and immeditley sought out shelter. We stayed at a downtown hostel where I tired staying awake through the day to get right with the schedule; my sanity was in question by late afternoon.

Onward, today spirits are high I slept a good 15 hours and we have found more permanent accomatdations (When I say more permanent I mean for the week). We have rented a bedroom in the Monseratt district in downtown BA. Rents cheap about $7.00/day and the place has a blow up pool like my main man Ol´Boys so you know I´m happy. Thge place is hilarious, somewhat reminds me of what I invision Mark Paul´s (Chilsnick) dream place to be. Comfortable seating everywhere, open kitchen, outdoor bathrooms, large loft like feel and people from all walks of life are encouraged to join in on the fun.

The one thing your boy Petro be struggling with is the obvious language barrier. My first response when asked a question usaully is to look completly dumbfounded, then I immedietly star speaking in my native tounge. However, the system does seemsbe working so far. We are getting ready to take an intensive language program, so we got that going for us.

Chow Petro

PS I think all old monitors and keyboards are sent down south

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