Don't Cry for Me, Argentina

Or should I say, don't cry for me, for I'm going to Argentina. Neilson and I fly out tonight and will arrive around 9:30 tomorrow morning. I'm very excited--any country in which the food culture centers on steak, pizza and pasta, and dulche de leche is sure to be fun. We're playing it a little bit by ear, so I'm not sure of our itinerary, but we will be in Buenos Aires tomorrow night and next Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Tomorrow we will be at the Gran Hotel Hispano.