Buenos...well some parts were

Buenos means good. So we were in Good Aires, but not all was good,especially at the start and end of our stay. The problem at the start was an act of God, ( two days of heavy rain), the problem at the end was man made, namely a flight ready to go except for the plane having no crew. As a result, we spent the entire night at the airport. Since the rows of seats had fixed arm rests, the kids slept on the floor. I stayed up unwillingly.

That said, we had our full of the best beef in the world and plenty of tango. In addition, we had read up a lot about Evita, with her extremely hard work for the poor, that sat oddly with her extreme hero worship of her husband. (She was certainly no feminist). As a result, we decided to visit the Eva Peron museum , which was super interesting for reasons the museum patrons probably hadn't intended. It's an over the top worship of Evita that skips Peronisms failings and presents her as a living saint. So those with even a threadbare knowledge of Peronism can see through the so.plistic idolitory.Baca lagi