I'm actually in Argentina

So I'm finally in Argentina. Since I don't call or write or communicate in any way, I'm sure everyone must be curious what I'm doing, and I'd love to fill you in.
First off, Buenos Aires is incredible. To everyone who suggested I go here and gave me good tips about the city, much thanks. To all the haters who told me I wouldn't have as much fun as if I had gone somewhere in Europe, I'm simply appalled by your ignorance.
First off the city itself. First impression is just how big it is. It's also an odd mix between massive metropolitan and small city feel. I live on a block long quiet street called Sargento Cabral, right next to the Plaza de San Martin. The street is one lane, hardly any traffic, and always quiet. Less than two blocks away from there, however, is the widest avenue in the world, Avenida 9 de Julio. I have yet to make it all the way across in one stoplight cycle. I would run but the Argentines frown on heavy exertion.
Second off, the people. Yes the Argentine women are beautiful. This is played out. They all have incredible tans, they are all perfect weight, and they have really cute accents. I can't write about it because I simply can't do it justice. I've never seen anything like it. Hopefully some pictures to come soon. They are also very friendly. Everybody loves to talk to you. Yesterday, trying to find my way somewhere, I asked a couple where the street was that I was going. They spent 5 minutes giving me directions, each decided the other's directions were wrong, and then they got into a full argument in front of us. My Spanish is still a work in progress but I think the woman told her husband that he was such an idiot that he was embarassing himself.
My friend Joe and I live in a homestay with an Argentine woman, named Teresa. She is a gem, there is simply no other way to put it. She serves us amazing dinners every night, and has long talks with me about everything that we can think of. Last night we chatted about finding love. I keep confusing the verbs esconder and encontrar. One is to find, one is to hide. For the last 5 days apparently instead of telling her that I am trying to find love I've been telling her that I am trying to hide from love. When she finally realized what I was saying she told me that my Spanish was so bad that I had no hope of finding love (encontrar) and instead should go hide in my room (esconder). I now understand the difference.
Yesterday I got locked out of my apartment and had to wait on the steps for my hostmom to get home. The doorman of our building came out and decided to engage me in conversation since he knew I had no escape route. He gave me a long lecture on why Americans are cold and are not as capable of love as the Latin Americans. He then told me that Americans like to drink so much because they have an unquenchable thirst, but that because he has such a powerful heart he doesn't have to drink much at all, since he doesn't need the effects of alcohol to fill his heart. Then he told me how his son is 25 and still lives at home. I commented that that must be good for the family but seems like it really would cramp his son's love life. He admitted that it did indeed cramp his son's love life but it was worth it for the fact that he was able to hold his son close to his chest at any time he wanted. He summed it all up by telling me that he had a heart full of fire and passion. The Argentines love to talk so much that they sometimes get ahead of themselves and end up giving out a real line of bullshit, but it always makes for a good story.

I'll try and update this as often as possible, or at least as often as anything newsworthy happens to me

Alex