Tres is Spanish for three.  That’s how many weeks I’ve been here.  Marissa was only here for a couple of days before we took a bus to Mendoza, which offers the triple threat of wine, skiing, and sunburn so bad it makes me unable to express emotion with my face.

We were on the top floor of a double-decker bus that was surprisingly roomy.  We sat in the very front with huge windows, so it felt like a 14 hour ride at a really crappy Disney World.  That being said, it was awesome.  I pretended like I was driving the bus for a good 10 minutes before my arms got tired.

This weekend we will head to the town of Rosario, in hopes to see the most glorious football match - Argentina vs. Brasil.  Más Grande del Mundo Fiesta del Tragos al aire libre .  I don’t know if we’ll be able to get tickets to the game, a bus ride there, or a place to stay Saturday night.  We’re going all the same.

Brasilero Brasileeero
Que amargado se te veee
Maradona es mas grandeee
es mas grande que Peleeee!