Feet

Illogically huge building in Puerto Madero


This Post is Dedicated to Feet:
Special thanks to Ben Powers for donating and inspirational pair of shoes to my trip.

A lot of people have feet. Some don't. They're certainly not worse than anyone else, although possibly less pedantic . . . someone should do a formal study to find out.

I'm quite fond of my feet, and I enjoy walking. The difference between me and a pedophile: Lust for children. The Greeks certainly lacked foresight in some of their naming. They use two similar roots for two very dissimilar things, yet they had a very specific and identifiable verb for a human being turned into a tree.

If I had MS Paint I'd highlight the callouses and mosquito bites. But I don't, so consider yourselves lucky.

My foot is getting used to BA very quickly. I'll tell you one thing, it was HARD at first. These shoes were made for walking, but holy crap were they an impediment (pun intended) at first. I felt like they'd never become broken in, I felt like I'd never be able to live here, never get used to the language, never get out and see the city . . . and so on. But the shoes have molded to my feet like I have molded to the culture, the language, and the transportation. When these shoes wear out I'll probably have to leave.

A cool little veranda near the river

My Brazilian roommate Thiago and I walked around San Telmo, Centero, and Puerto Madera on Thursday. These only comprise a small portion of the entirety of Buenos Aires but still made for about a 10 mile trek.

Some pictures of things we saw and stepped on are scattered throughout this post.

Peaceful protesting regarding sovereignty over the Falklands, unsibsidized power, other issues.