Argentina on the Greyhound

Last Friday we left a resturant where we had eaten with some friends and recieved a phone call from my Aunt who explained that she had a family friend from Argentina who was stranded at the bus station, which was only two blocks behind us at the time. So, I went and picked up our new friend Sergio, an adverturous young Argentine stranded where the great American prairie meets the Rocky Mountains, due to the unpredictable weather of the region and the lack of Greyhound dependability. He came with me to buy my new American shoes and we went home to our apartment while Susanna slept at her Sister's. In the morning we all had breakfast together and took Sergio to the bus station where he could sit amongst the junkies while he waited. The most interesting thing we learned from our South American visitor was that he could not believe that Americans would take their children to Las Vegas.