As Yann left town, Alissa arrived. And visitor-filled December continued.
I have always been amazed at Alissa´s talent for attracting cool. When we were in New York together, she always had the low-down on what was happening. She has a way of talking with people and figuring out the inside scoop on EVERYTHING. I think she made more local friends in 4 days than I have in 9 months! I love her for so many reasons, and being able to tag along on her adventures is one of the perks of being her friend.
We got to have a few meals together during the week around her work schedule, but the real fun started when she extended her flight an extra day and came to stay with me. After getting in touch with all her new friends to check out the scene for Saturday night, we headed out to Congreso for a late lunch of ceviche and lamb chops at a Peruvian spot. After, we wandered around admiring the street art and stumbled upon a punk concert hidden in the back of a parking lot. We tried to blend in to the crowd and shake a tail feather, but I think we weren´t really blending in. She snapped photos while I danced around, then I played translator while she talked to the band members. The toothless one seemed to want to take me home. I always get all the good ones. Alissa found this amusing. I did not.
We got back to my house where Alissa received a mail from one of her new friends. That night was the opening of her boyfriend´s club, and she invited us to stop by. This is another thing I love about underground bars and spots in Buenos Aires. The email said, go to the corner of Arévalo and Niceto Vega. Look for the garage with the green graffiti. That was it. No number, no indication of which street it was on, nothing. Amazing.
So we took a cab to the corner of Arévalo and Niceto Vega, and Alissa went one way and I the other, giggling about how ridiculous it seemed. But after five minutes I stumbled upon the garage with the green graffiti. And it was totally worth it. Underground bar/clubs in BA are the best.
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| ceviche |
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| Alissa waiting for the door to the garage with green graffiti to be opened |
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| becuase of the music inside they couldn't hear the bell, which called for banging on the door instead |
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| success! |
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| came home to find Manu asleep |
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| alissa and i |
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| diego showing us how to close the roof |
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| alissa waiting VERY PATIENTLY for her taxi |
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