Greetings from Jess's Dad

We are in Salta now.  Jess and Margie are busy finding a hostel or hotel for us for the last two nights of our trip, in Buenos Aires.  They are working on it together, since two heads are better than one.  Apparently, a third one does not help, so they encouraged me to come out here and use one of the hostel computers to write a "Guest Blog." 

One of the strange things about the southern hemisphere is that North and South have changed places:  When you are traveling toward the sun, you are heading North.  But East and West are still where they always were.  It isn't that hard to get used to it.  But the toilet paper is a different story.

If you have read Jess's post about the bingo card, you will understand that I am proud to say I have crossed off my half of the toilet paper box (Margie is still working on hers).  By the way, don't believe what Jess said about me being paranoid.  Margie (if she ever gets finished doing important things and gets around to posting something on this blog) will probably support Jess's claim that I am paranoid -- which pretty well proves that the two of them are conspiring behind my back to make me look bad.

But about the toilet paper bingo box:  Another strange thing about the southern hemisphere, or at least Argentina, is that toilet paper goes into the trash can, not the toilet bowl.  After using it, I mean.  Sound interesting?  If you'd like to try it at home, choose a time when nobody is watching.  For the toilet paper box on the bingo card, we have to remember to not throw any tp into the bowl for a full day.  And I have succeeded!  For a full day, every piece went right into the can.   Trash can, that is.

Another bingo box is to see 5 stray dogs within eyesight at one time.  We have completed that one.  There are dogs all over the place here -- they lay in the street or on the sidewalk or in the park, looking dead, or they just hang around, minding their own business.  This morning, while hiking in the national park rain forest near here, two dogs joined us part of the way, now and then, sometimes together, sometimes separately.  Also along the path, we saw two horses, unattended, apparently just chilling out on the hiking trail.  Margie reminded us that when we walk past them, we should make noise if we approach them from behind or else they might get spooked and kick us.  I'm not sure why Margie knows how to approach a horse from behind, but where I come from, if you see two stray horses in the road, you turn around and walk back where you came from.

Well, they've finished booking the room in B.A.  And I've been told that if I go walk through a few museums with them for a while (probably a few hours or more), we can go eat dinner.  So, I'll have to stop here for now.