I’m in Argentina mode. I’m Latampilled and picanhamaxxing. I’m carrying around fat stacks of cash and only saying thank you when I’m done with my maté. I’m wearing tiny little dresses for dinner at 10pm. I’m not questioning why there’s a small but notable amount of German around.

I’m marveling at the italian and french architecture and seeing world class theatre. I’m in wine country drinking malbec. I’m taking long walks under tree lined streets. I’m raving until 6am in four story techno clubs. I’m wearing sunglasses and eating more steak. Do not call me