Well needless to say, after the 20 Mile Day, Holly and I pretty much felt bulletproof. We had walked hours on end, been lost no less than 5 times, and totally avoided being robbed. Needless to say, we felt great. We celebrated our greatness by spending a day in the flat organizing our plans and learning more about the city. I read up on the ridiculous economic roller coaster Argentina has been on since the early 1900s and Holly spent time putting together her pocket barrio guide. Around 5pm we decided to go one a walk to get out of the flat and took a little self guided graffiti tour through our barrio, Villa Crespo, and Palermo. It was a good walk but rather uneventful. We got back to the place and continued our day of leisure. That night, we had plans to meet up with SP and her group of expat friends who turned out to mostly be UGA grads working for tech companies here in Buenos Aires. They had bought a pork shoulder from their favorite carniceria, rubbed it down with Tony Chachere’s, and threw it on the parrilla. My experience on the Rooftop made me a valuable resource for the “Roasting of the Hawg” but it was too little too late. The pork was tasty, but it needed about 30 more hours over smoke. I drooled in thought about some good pulled pork, but was happy regardless to be around fellow Athenians who were big on the pig. Upon breaking the cork screw bottle opener, I began to try the old french technique for opening a bottle by putting it in a shoe and banging it on a wall. After trying a few times and not making much progress, I handed the bottle over to a fellow American who said he had previously done it successfully. He held a piece of cardboard up to the wall, banged the bottle onto it and managed to leave the cork in place while removing all of the wine from the bottle. Well, I guess he also removed the glass from the bottle too as most of it went into his hand in the form of shards and the wine splashed everywhere. Fortunately he was mostly fine, but that pretty much ended the party and we moved to another house to clean him up a little and drink a little Fernet. We decided to call it an early night before the group went to a bar, but not before we saw our first car crash. Driving here is insane. It seems that there are no rules. While waiting outside of their place, we were talking about how crazy he driving is here but how no one had actually seen an accident. One of the guys had been here 4 years and was saying how weird it was that he too had never seen one. Not 2 minutes later we get horns and a crunch. No one was hurt as it took place on a side street but it was still pretty crazy. Needless to say, we took a taxi back to our flat and settled in safely to get rest for Sunday and a big futbol match between River and Independente.