Awww...the life. Good food, great (cheap) wine, more dogs than you can shake-or throw, for that matter- a stick at and clothes. Yes, lovely, beautiful, fancy clothes.

Rapsodia is by far the hottest place to buy jeans and anything sparkly. I love it. I want to become as hot and sexy as a porteno (except I refuse to stop eating dulce de leche and medialunas) by buying all the cool things they wear.

So far we`ve determined that they love jeans, sparkly scarves, great, chunky sweaters with lots of different fastening options, and these really hideous pants where the bits around the ankles are tight.

Other than the hideous pants, they all look fabulous. Although, the hideous pants are, well, hideous, they still look fabulous. If I walked off the plane with those things on they would throw me back on. Eek. The girls on the Island might actually like them, though. I on the other hand would look like a fat potato in them.

The greatest part about all this (no, the clothes aren´t the only great part) is that I was actually able to get the pair of jeans in the size that I wanted and a set of clanky bracelets all while communicating in broken Spanish. It`s a beautiful thing when you`ve never, ever learnt the language and you can still pick it up.

Quisiera....