We had a cockroach in our apartment. It was big. Not huge, but big.
I suppose this comes with living in a big city.
But it was actually rather comical. I was sitting at the table in the main room, and Carrie was in the bedroom with the twin beds.
Suddenly I hear this “Whoa! Whoa! Yuck!”
Followed by a couple of swats with what sounded like a flip flop.
Jonathan: “You okay?”
Carrie: “Yep. Cockroach.”
Jonathan: “Yuck. Big one?”
Carrie: “Uh-huh.”
So I get up and go into the room where there is a cockroach which has clearly been smacked because it’s sort of oozing. (Sorry to be gross.)
Carrie: “I’m just surprised how fast it moved!”
Jonathan: “You’re sure it’s dead?”
Carrie: “Yep. I heard it pop.”
Jonathan: “Want me to throw it away?”
Carrie: “Yes, please.”
Jonathan: “Sure it’s dead?”
Carrie: “Yep.”
So I moved a suitcase to get closer to pick it up. Despite the oozing nature of it, the thing took off and freaked both of us out.
So I asked Carrie for a bigger shoe.
Carrie: “But I heard it pop.”
Jonathan: “I know. I saw it oozing.”
A few solid heel swats later with a dress shoe, and the cockroach was definitely dead.
Mostly, he just freaked us out with his erratic moving. We didn’t know just how crazily or fast a big cockroach moved.
I wrote a poem/limerick (below) in response to this incident.

Kevin and Annmarie left on Monday, but over the weekend, we went to Cordoba. I made a video to showcase the highlights of the trip.

We actually stayed in Capilla del Monte, did hiking on the hill Cerro Uritorco, visited the artisan village at La Cumbre, and ate some of the best steak I’ve ever had in my life there at La Cumbre, Argentina.

The hills above Cordoba are a good 10 hours away from Buenos Aires, because a good portion of the road between here and there is a two-lane highway. (And don’t let anyone tell you that it will take less time. It’s just not true. Getting there took us 12+ hours.) So we spent a lot of time together in the car.

Here’s the highlight video.

Prior to the trip to Cordoba, we spent some time doing things in the city, including going to Café Tortoni (big tourist destination, fun though), and the Evita Museum (only open since 2001).

I made a short video to highlight our evening at Café Tortoni.

Visiting Evita’s Museum was absolutely fascinating! I was in Evita (the musical) in high school, and had really only heard one side of the story about her life (Andrew Lloyd Webber, while writing an amazing musical and making her famous in the eyes of people in America – not only Argentina and/or Europe, shows some bias that he didn’t have a fully favorable opinion of Evita and her life choices… at least that’s the way I remember it from doing the show in high school). The Museum costs 10 pesos (about $3), and wasn’t feeling “worth” it until we were invited to take the English guided tour of the museum.

TOTALLY worth it. No additional cost, and was given by a great tour guide named Santiago who had an awesome approach to the whole tour. “Love her, hate her, it really doesn’t make a difference to me, my job here is to tell you about her life, make it as interesting as it actually was, and let you make your own decision about whether she was Santa Evita (Saint Evita) or a devil.”

What a fascinating life she lived, especially for someone who only lived to be 33, and was instrumental in making so many changes in the government in her lifetime.

Like us, Kevin and Annmarie like to cook, and Kevin made some awesome guacamole, so here’s a pic of Kevin’s guacamole…

And now, here’s the limerick.

We were sad to see Kevin and Annmarie go, but we’re enjoying our place here in Buenos Aires, and we are looking forward to having Carrie’s older sister come and visit us starting tomorrow.

More to come soon!