International Man of Mystery: Juuuan David Mickle

In honor of the event we are attending and as a personal request from our host, we will feature a little segment on JD. JD is a man who claims to have no one home as he has lived all throughout Latin America due to his father's position as an ambassador. He now runs an entertainment club in BA that promotes and creates some of the wildest parties in BA, such as the one we are attending tonight. He has a gift for throwing bashes, but unfortunately needs some improvement in his salsa dancing. Regardless, he has been an amazing host here, ushering us from one party to the next all throughout BA and providing us with some very interesting personal introductions. Picture featured below that will be updated with a much more provocative one following the evening. Also, he is a dead Bardia Rafi look alike. They could be twins.

Karlyn and I have quickly adapted to the nocturnal schedule that epitomizes the Porteno lifestyle. It hasn't been easy, but someone has got to do it. Here they have dinner around 8:30 earliest and lately Karlyn and I have been frequenting restaurants at ungodly hours only to learn that the restaurants were not even open yet. Needless to say, we are adjusting our schedule to fit to the customs, which often leads to early morning returns.

Today, we went to the street market in Plaza Serrano. It featured rows and rows of little booths selling a variety of different handmade items. Our favorites included: headbands (obviously a must for me), jewelry racks, beautiful landscape paintings, and many more wonderful objects. We were also able to explore the neighborhood more and added to our extensive list of must try restaurants. Not to mention, we were able to find some great vintage stores (Gret would love!). We are trying to refrain from going crazy with the wonderful bargains here, so we did more viewing than buying in order to be able to pick out the must-haves later on.

As far as the people go, they have been wonderful and so kind to us. From taxi drivers filling us in on the local lingo and encouraging that we speak, speak, speak to strangers physically taking us to a location when we ask for directions, they have been so friendly to us. The only complaint is that they definitely do not hold back on remarks, which range from honks, obscene comments, and many more interesting facial expressions. We have also learned that Argentine people are much more direct than Americans, which has resulted in some very intriguing text messages that have caused us to laugh obscenely. Maybe we'll even post a few of them to give you an idea of the humor that occurs in translation, but for now we'll save the disgrace for those certain individuals.

Anyway, off to the fiesta and hoping to meet some polo stars. No better way to be exposed to polo than by dating one. Wish us luck in our crusades.