Getting Shit on in BA

Buenos Aires, Argentina

We arrived in BA on Saturday and made contact with Don Briceno (Jason's Dad) the following morning after an extended and memorable evening on the town (more on that later). We spent today eating, drinking, and enjoying the sights of what is proving to be a very exciting city. Everything was going very well up until the point where I got shit on. We were hanging out near La Florida watching a band of street-performing bluesmen and generally enjoying life. I put my shoulder against an ornate stone wall and immediately paid the price. Some villainous bird nailed me sniper-style from the ledge above. After suffering Jason's predictably enthusiastic chuckle at my expense, I set about cleaning myself, my shirt, and my newly shit-laminated backpack.

At any rate, we are safe in BA with a proper adult to watch over our antics.