Don't Cry for Me
We are enjoying the sights of Buenos Aires. At left, the Pink House where Evita had a thing for balconies. No wonder Madonna enjoyed that role -- every woman should have a balcony from which to wave to her adoring fans.
The strong dollar continues to make us giddy. The kids have been buying up CDs for one-third the price at home. My 14-year-old is determined to have the only massive collection of tango music among his peers. I'll bet he makes his goal -- don't know a lot of teens tangoing down the streets of Long Beach, CA.
Tomorrow, on to Montevideo. Too bad -- am beginning to iike this city of grace and embroiled history.
