After a relatively uneventful flight, we finally arrived in Buenos Aires. We didn't do much of excitement on our first day - just relaxed and tried to decompress after week of non stop working, and little sleep. The city, on first impression is bustling, dirty, boxy, in parts beautiful, and not much cheaper that Salt Lake City, which cam as a shock to us. We spent our first day wondering around the shopping district of Florida Ave, and trying our damndest to find out way back to our hostel in Palermo Soho. We had neglected to write down the street number, and my initial guess was fairly far off.

Unfortunately, we got word from our neighbors that the back window of our car had been smashed in at about 1 am the night we left. This would probably be a good time for a little story.

We were fairly sure that it was related to the contractor we had been at odds with before leaving. He took a deposit for work and left to run errands. Said he'd be back in an hour, and never returned. We literally called him about 50 times - with no response. That night he called back, pretending to not know what we were talking about, convinced he was still going to do the job. We fired him more times than I can remember. Additionally, he sent a worker to our house the next morning, neglecting to mention to the worker that I had fired them all. When I called to discourage any future drop ins, and very clearly told him that if he didn't return our money, we would call the cops. He didn't, and we did. Additionally, the company name he was working under was registered to someone else, who had no idea who my workers were. Oh the drama!!!! It was NOT the news I wanted on vacation (who does!?). I can only hope it was an isolated event.