"I'm in Buenos Aires until Saturday."

Last Friday I awoke to an email titled, "Trip to Buenos Aires." Tami, my Mexican sister, was due to be arriving the following Tuesday to film the latest craze in reality shows. She was chosen as a contestant to compete against other athletes in a Mexican version of, I believe it is called, "Wipe Out." Some of you know and love Tami as much as I do, however, for those of you who don't, here is the brief breakdown of how I came to have a Mexican sister.
During my freshman year of high school, a representative from a foreign exchange program spoke to our Spanish class about hosting an exchange student. I gladly forged my mother's name and returned the slip stating that she would "love" to host a female student in the coming year. I, forgetting that I had even done this, then left for nearly the entire summer to South Carolina. While I was there my mother received a phone call announcing that her new daughter would be arriving shortly and wanted to arrange an appointment to see the apartment and go over the guidelines. Of course, infuriated, my mother called me long distance to scream about all of the reasons there was no way we could possibly host an exchange student. I begged and pleaded, pulling out all of my manipulative weapons of mass destruction, finally convincing her to say yes. So, upon my return to Las Vegas, we met Tami. She lived with us during her entire senior year of high school and my entire sophomore year. She quickly became one of the family in every way imaginable, and after the year was through, my mother looked at me, teary eyed and sad to see Tami go, she said, "Thank you, that was the best thing we could have possibly done for our family." To this day, Tami is still, and will always be, my sister.

When reading about her arrival, I immediately arranged to make a trip to Buenos Aires to see her during her only free day.
Mommy and baby's first trip alone!
We took the bus from Rosario at 7am, and arrived to the bustling bus station in Buenos Aires 4 hours later where we then took a taxi to the center of the city. After meeting up, we walked through the busy streets, talking and catching up in ways we were perhaps unable to in March when I saw her only briefly in Las Vegas.
I took her to see the cementery where Eva Peron (Evita) is tombed, a cemetery for those of you that don't know it, is much more like a miniature city for the dead.
From there we wandered the streets, loosing ourselves both in direction and in conversation, until we finally stumbled upon a nice restaurant where we each ate delicious ricotta and veggie filled crepes, accompanied by rice pudding.
With full tummies and worn out feet, we drifted our way back to her hotel room, where Tami presented me with a bag full of my favorite Mexican goodies, (the lime and chili mangoes are my favorite!!!) I struggled to save just one piece for Claudio so he too could be sample the decadence, however, he truly lacked the appropriate appreciation when he nearly gagged saying it was absolutely the most disgusting candy he had ever tasted. "Great! One more for me!" I responded.
So, after 6 hours in Buenos Aires, the city where, though I have been robbed at gun point and stolen from blindly, the city I fall a bit more in love with it each time I go, we, (the baby and I) took a cab back to the bus station catching the 5 o'clock bus back to Rosario where Claudio was waiting to meet us 5 hours later, yes 5 hours, though it should have only been 4, but, as always, there was a labor strike that cut major roadways. He took me to my favorite restaurant where we celebrated 34 months of being married and sleepily drove home to crash almost immediately, after our long day adventure to the big city.