Buenos Aires

I last wrote a blog entry from the island of Chiloe in Chile. A week later, I am in Buenos Aires, I have rented an apartment and I have signed up for a month of Spanish lessons. This was not exactly the plan but I felt that I was drifting without a purpose and not really enjoying the process. So, 6 months after I arrived in South America, I was back in my first hostel. Looking around at the eager faces fresh off the plane, I felt like a seasoned veteran of the travel wars. I found the reverence with which these neophytes viewed me amusing but I did not have a lot of patience for their tendency to return to the room loudly at 4 30 in the morning. On my last morning I woke up with the guy from the bunk above me sleeping on the floor beside the bed. When I returned from breakfast he had moved into my bed and I had to wrestle the sheets (which I had to return to reception to get my deposit back) out from under his unresponsive body. I have had enough of hostels. My apartment is small enough that it has a fold up bed to provide more space but it does have a full kitchen, bath and air conditioner but most importantly it is my own space and after 6 months on the road that is a wonderful luxury.