After 24 hours in transit, we stumbled out of the Buenos Aires airport, feeling like northern bears coming out of hibernation, sniffing all the richer smells, squinting in the sun... sirens, horns, shouting street sellers. We are back at Hostel Sol, with friend/owner Daniel, who lets us stay in one of the "big rooms" of this 125 year old building. Tango teacher Rolando is still in residence and helps us with dancing..and spanish to again tackle the visa problem. Its humid and in the 90's, so we slowly adjust to "two days in one," with siesta inbetween in the heat of the day. Obama wins and taxi drivers, waiters, people on the street, spot us as americans and cheer him on. Last night we went to the weekly "Drinking Liberally" group...expats with diverse backgrounds, stories and excellent conversation skills....then on to a new dinner club, owned by two expat brothers from Montreal Canada. Arty and elegant food, great live jazz, very fancy desert... all for around $45.