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He thinks he ate chicken, but it was beef.

I am watching the clip. Definitely, the Dominican accent makes me very horny.

I did, several times when I was still finding out what I was into. The last time was about 18 years ago, and that last one was only because without me bottoming, I was not topping an extraordinary African God I picked up on 17th St after Cobalt night. I never enjoyed it. Although I always keep my options open and do believe that we can always learn more about ourselves and change no matter our age, I do not feel the desire to bottom and I have no fantasies about it. I am not proud or ashamed, but of course I would love to be versatile as the possibilities for Joy would multiply. Anyways, as I am aging my erection is not always reliable. Beyond viagra, perhaps I should start switching to describing myself as a dominant oral lover, so I do not disappoint anyone.

RD is always in my list, however I find it less affordable compared against Brazil or Colombia. Flight tickets are relatively ridiculously expensive. Additionally, all the stories I heard are about a Paradise for bottom visitors. I am still waiting for a top praising the glories of Dominican bottoms.

If I can travel, it would be November 20th/27th.

Thank you! I am still just exploring the idea. As soon as Medellín becomes a serious plan, I will PM you.

I am researching airbnbs in Medellin. Some of them, in the house rules, explicit forbid visitors in order to avoid sex tourism and procuring. Is this a formal legal wonder that no one cares about? Should I avoid these places? Thank you to the Medellin connoisseurs!

Report one Tomy's OnlyFans.

Well, sure there has been a compromise. If you google the initial controversies when Season 1 came up, Meghan was not the most questioned incorporation but Jameela Jamil. You will find D Wesley and L Maldonado passionately defending those incorporations because of the very reason you so easily discard: reaching out to new audiences. Without the demographics that Meghan and Jamila bring, HBO would have never close the deal. I agree with you, there is a loss, there is an evident compromise. I also think you do not see the gains. My knowledge of ballroom culture is very superficial, but I understand that Leiomy and Dashaun are unquestionable icons of the subculture. They have celebrated the joining of those ciswomen you exclude as a great accomplishment and another demonstration of the inclusive spirit of ballroom. Additionally, the show gives opportunity to broadcast to millions beauty, talent, and a mindset that otherwise would remain unknown. And provides the opportunity to these amazing artists to make a difference in their lives and get a lift out of poverty and marginality. I am sure that when you say that "Ballroom was created by/for LGBTQ youth of color as a place for freedom,belonging & expression", you did not mean belonging for ever to marginalized and excluded groups. I think that when you and I feel nostalgia at the losses, we do it from our place of privilege (I apologize if I am misrepresenting you). I bet you that Ballroom artists see this as a cultural triumph, as a dream made reality, as a huge opportunity to reach out with their talent to more people, and as a unique opportunity to make a decent living from what they love and enjoy doing.

One more, while I am waiting to board my plane in EZE. I forgot to recommend a restaurant and share the last two items checked out of my To Eat List. The Museo del Jamón is a tradicional Spanish (from Spain) cuisine restaurant close to Avenida de Mayo & Avenida 9 de Julio. I used to love it when I was living in Baires and I was not disappointed. I ate a great Tortilla Española: And finally, I got my only Flan con Dulce de Leche in this trip: And this reporting is now over. I think?

Right now I am waiting in my airbnb for a car service that will pick me up and take me to Ezeiza. At today's exchange rate, it costs me U$S 12.33. Just finished packing. Yesterday, I got my airbnb's hostess to refund me almost 90 bucks. On Wednesday, I went to the Lab to get my covid test, ready for a fight. My appointment was August 2nd, and I thought that I had a better chance walking up to their site instead of calling. No fight was needed, the whole process was delightful. They even refunded me money, as I had paid for a PCR test. As the well known lazy dilettante I am, I did not research properly and just assumed that the PCR test needed to entry Argentina was a universal demand. Fortunately, this lazy dilettante feeds from the wisdom of the real experts. Thanks to the friend @floridarob, I learned that you need a rapid antigen test to entry the US. I had paid for a test that costs twice what I needed. However, not only everyone was super friendly and accommodating, from the security guard to the nurses, not only they administered the test without an appointment that day, but they algo gave me back half of the money. I ended paying U$S 20 for the rapid test. I could have gotten it for free in the public system, but did not want to take the risk of a delay in case they were overwhelmed. If you happen to be in Buenos Aires, I strongly recommend LABORATIORIO ROSSI. I actually chose them amongst the recommendations in the US embassy website. They have a very friendly user portal to set appointments and pay, and several locations in the city. They told me that the results could take up to 24 hours. A few minutes after I walked in back to my airbnb, I was receiving an email with a link to my negative result. Sweet. These last days I walked a little bit for Monserrat and San Telmo, which are more or less Buenos Aires Historic District. This is a representative view: My iPhone is not very good at taking the images without adding light everywhere (or I do not know how to use it properly), and you cannot appreciate in this pictures how daylight is fading, and classic farolas are already lightning up in the background. This is a very popular neighborhood amongst foreigners. They mostly come on weekends, though, when these empty streets become very crowded, many of them closed for vehicular traffic and turned into only pedestrian. It is an area full with antiques stores, and an antiques street fair on weekends. As I am walking late and on a weekday, most stores are close, but you can see a few examples. Many blocks are filled with stores likes these ones. Also take a look at this picture, because if you visit Buenos Aires you will probably not recognize this place: It is the famous Plaza Dorrego, which is wrongly called "Placita San Telmo" by many. You would not recognize this place because you would probably visit on a weekend. Walking would be challenging in the crowd, and the space would be covered with stands offering antiques and art-craft. This was an area I used to visit a lot during the last years of the military dictatorship back in the early 80s. Back then, gays and lesbians would shelter in this area rather than Barrio Norte. I used to hang out in bars around Plaza Dorrego a lot. Then, during the second half of the 80s and the first of the 90s, I was involved in acting and directing theater in the local alternative circuit. I walked by the place where I took my first acting class. Now it is a typical store selling used furniture. It is also the Bohemian hood in Buenos Aires, where artists choose to live. Many of my artists friends still live there, and I am always visiting them. So not only I have been in this area in each of my visits to the city, but besides I'm very familiar with it. Of course I notice changes like old stores gone and new ones arrived, but everything else is pretty much the same. I do not see the blooming change I saw in Palermo, a mostly unknown territory for me. This is a very alive area at night in non pandemic times, almost as much as Palermo. Last night I wanted to say goodbye with a boom, but my plans went wrong. They started surprisingly well, and then they went in a very wrong direction. At 4 pm I received Y, my Venezuelan friend. I think I shared before that our sex was not so satisfactory and we were drifting towards a "clean" friendship. Well, we had an amazing chemistry. Not only the sex rapport was intense, but the whole interaction was very warm and fulfilling. We had a shower together, and oral sex while bathing each other. Then we continued making out and we were about to have full sex when we realized it was 7:30. I had made an appointment at 8 with one of my favorite local escorts. We had been even fucking for free, and I wanted to say goodbye paying him his new fee (thanks to my advertising he has now a new and higher fee) in full, and having amazing sex. I had warned him I may be saying goodbye to a friend when he arrived at 8. When Y and I realized it was 7:30, we decided to smoke a quick joint and have some more oral sex instead of fucking. I was eating his ass when my date rang 15 mins before scheduled. I went down to bring him up, and warned him that he had interrupted us because he came in earlier. Everything seemed to be OK. I am not going to enter in details from here. The point is that he was completely disrespectful and dismissive of my dear friend, with all the racist and xenophobic attitudes that trigger me. You all know how easy I am to trigger with these things. It is not only online. After walking Y out, apologizing for the bad moment (he was shaking, trying to control his rage), I came back furious and had a two hours very uncomfortable conversation, and of course no sex. So I had that bad closing of my night. I am happy now because I have already talked several times with Y and he (we) is fine. Today I had a last lunch with home made cooking. After kissing goodbye my mom and sister, I came to my base to pack and here you have me. This is the last report I am posting in this thread. I think.

Let's start with good news, it looks like (I am afraid of being more assertive) I am leaving this Friday. Easy to say. I have been calling AA every day. Last Sunday, an agent finally offered me a flight this Thursday. She was giving me the choice between seats when the phone line went dead. None of AA numbers were responsive, you would not even get a tone after dialing. I tried all day long with the same result, not even a beep. I went to sleep and tried again yesterday morning. Nada. So I explained my supervisor my situation, got off the grid and went to AA's office in Avda. Santa Fe. It was a 20' walk and the day was nice. Once in AA I had to argue with the security guard who was asking me to call for an appointment, but my charm overcame his resistance. After one hour wait, I got to be placed in a waiting list, given a WhatsApp number, and asked to make follow ups that number, because the phone server was down. This morning, just in case, as I had done every morning since my flight cancellation, I called again. The lines were still dead. So I sent a text message to the WhatsApp number. About one hour after my text, I received an email response offering me three days to choose in economy class, they would confirm that day and then place me in the waiting list for premium economy, which is the ticket I paid for. I picked this Friday, and asked whether I would get a partial refund in case I travel in economy and whether I was able to buy un upgrade to business class in case they had a seat. Always through email, she referred me somewhere else to inquire about the refund, and informed me that the plane was full full full. One hour after that, she sent me another email with the confirmation of my premium economy ticket this Friday. Excellent news for me. As I shared, I am not in love with my new airbnb. Now I have to figure out how to take advantage of my time left here. This weekend was again sunny and beautiful. On Saturday I took advantage of the spring like weather to take a walk with a friend. I think I mentioned before that he would bring me some pot from his brother's harvest. Of course, last Saturday I did not know I only had one week left. It is a lot of pot. Although the quality is not so good, it does its work and I do not want to trash it. I am arranging my will. My weed goes to my good friend Y, the Venezuelan fuckbuddy who got me my first shipment. I will meet him this Thursday, and he will also keep the water pipe I had bought and showed before. But I was going for a walk, when I got distracted by the weed. Just two blocks away from my nest, we have the famous Plaza de Mayo. The Pink House is our White House. The pictures where you do not see it are pictures taken with the Pink House at my back. A close up to the little tend of protesters. Just two nights ago, the whole plaza was taken by protesters although their displays were considerable better looking than this tiny little poor one. Then we walk until the also famous Avda. 9 de Julio, the world widest avenue in Argentinean mythology. In its intersection with the almost equally famous Avenida Corrientes you find the Obelisco. All this area has been refurnished to improve transit, with exclusive lanes for public transport in the Avenida, so this square with the new giant BA is now smaller than it was. However, the landscaping is now better. Along the Avenue the lines are separated in groups by long, thin landscaped walking blocks, each one named after one of the Argentinean provinces. This is Santiago del Estero. After Avda 9 de Julio we headed to the Teatro Colón. Most people think the front of the Colón is the side of the building on Avda 9 de Julio because it is the most known picture, but they are wrong. That famous picture shows actually the back of the building. The real front is in my picture above, in front of Plaza de los Tribunales, another important plaza although not as famous as her sister de Mayo. Plaza de los Tribunales was under construction two years ago, during my last visit. It looks much better now than in my old memories. Look at this incredible gomero. I used to be around this area a lot during the first half of the 90s when I was doing some acting. One of the buildings around this Plaza is the Teatro Cervantes, one of the most beautiful theaters out of the many, many beautiful heaters in Buenos Aires: The Colón and the Cervantes are not the only beautiful, massive, important buildings around Plaza de los Tribunales. I will highlight two more out of all of them. Look at this public High School, right next to the Colón: And of course, the building that gave its name to the Plaza: la Suprema Corte de Justicia. In one of the corners in front of the Plaza, we have one of the many, many traditional cafés in the city. This one is called Le Petit Opéra, and it is very well kept. We enjoyed some snacks there, they have a delicious coffee and bakery. The check was $AR 1,150. Once we recovered our strength, we went to Avenida Corrientes, which is Buenos Aires' Broadway. Theaters are starting to reopen, but the area is yet semi deserted. Since my last visit, they have started to restrict cars transit during some hours, and built a pedestrian stroll along the blocks where most of the big commercial theaters (and the Teatro Municipal San Martín) are located. This is also an area filled with book stores that used to be open 24 hours. I doubt this is still on, but I do not know. Normally, the crow wold make challenging just walking around these sidewalks. This is also an area I visited a lot in my times as political activist and actor. It was sad to see many traditional places, mostly cafés, closed forever, but it was also nice to see this new design, more pedestrian friendly. Sunday was also sunny and bright, but I spent the whole day with my family. I was stressed because of the phone incident I shared at the opening of this post. I was equally stressed on Monday. After fighting with the AA security guy and getting into the waiting list, I met Alan again for a few pictures. And you know the good news today. I have been trying to plan for these few days. I was fantasizing with getting Alan and Tomy together. Unfortunately, it seems that Tomy is in Rosario this week. Let's see what happens. A few friends have been reaching out to me expressing their interest in Buenos Aires. I suggest you all to cool down your enthusiasm and keep learning about the city. It is a great destination for food of all kinds, arquitectural explorations, music and dance of all kinds, theater of all kinds, night life, sex, and who knows what else I am forgetting that is not amongst my interests. But plan for later. First of all, you will not be able to come in, and if you miraculously can you may not be able to get out as planned. Second, the city is not itself amidst a pandemic. Unlike Rio, which never loses its charms, Buenos Aires' fun is greatly diminished by current restrictions. This is going to be one of the last reports on this trip, but probably not the last one.

GP = Garoto de Programa

Indeed, that was when I thought I was leaving last Tuesday. I even gave away some flowers to an old friend who is 83 years old and was complaining for not having a dealer.

My first week of teleworking all time I had no sex since Tuesday. If sex is what you are looking for, you can skip this post. I am feeling slightly batter at my airbnb. Part of my frustration is coming from a roomy loft with two balconies with plenty of natural light and open views, to this view: IMG_4571.MOV I contacted my Airbnb hostess to tell her that I had nothing against her, that she was probably an employee, but that I was going to complain to airbnb for misleading advertisement. I was convinced this was an apart hotel, not a living home, and nowhere in the ad would say so. I turned to be wrong. The unit belongs to a young couple who invested on it right before the pandemic broke in. That is what these are some unfinished details (like the lightening). Knowing that I was not dealing with a company radically changed my attitude. I am still unhappy because of the contrast, I am coming from a much better apartment in a much better location at a much lower price. However, I am trying to enjoy the good things. The shower and the bed are great, and although Monserrat excites me much less than Palermo, it is a historic area with many beautiful views and good eateries. I am very close to San Telmo, but I did not have time to go there yet. I am working up to local 5pm, and as it is almost winter here, sun is down at 6. Perhaps this weekend I will go over there. If the thrill of being in Palermo was feeling as exploring a new city, the thrill here comes from exploring an area I used to know very well, and see the changes. Palermo seems a flourishing area even amidst the pandemic, here is quite different. I cannot tell whether the decadence signs started before or after the pandemic, but they are evident. These streets should be busting with people walking and working. The picture was taken around 8:30 am, before I had to check in to work. In that short walk I also found this bar, and I love it, with a young Fidel Castro human size doll in the balcony: Just as people compares Recoleta and Palermo Chico to Paris, all this area is compared to different Spanish cities. Take a look as how a Starbucks looks like here: The whole area is a historic neighborhood, I am just two blocks away from the famous Plaza de Mayo where many national historic events took place, starting on 1810. During this week, the Plaza was occupied by protesters demanding the liberation of a political prisoner in a northwest state. I was never able to be there during day light to take pictures, I was waiting for today to do it, but they all left yesterday July 9th, which is Independence Day here. Echoing some of the comments made earlier in this thread, many of the people in my circle warned me about not going there. I ignored them. Last Thursday I walked alone in the middle of the protester, and I felt perfectly safe. Very humble, darker skinned people, but absolutely peaceful and friendly. They were camping, occupying the green areas of the public space, but allowing freely pedestrian circulation, and they were taking care of cleaning behind them. When yesterday I found out they were gone, the place looked spot clean as they'd had never been there. Yesterday night I had my first chance to take a long walk. It was at night, but I though you may enjoy a few night pictures of Buenos Aires, for a change. In this walk, the area's decadence was noticeable. After finding out that the protesters were gone from Plaza de Mayo, I walk up through Avenida de Mayo. This is the city are that everyone compares to Madrid. 20 years ago, when I left, most building had been restored and new night lights installed, a project funded by the Spanish Embassy. Las night, most stores were shut down and the buildings were dark. But now and then, you would see traces of the beauty hidden in the dark: Those buildings stand out only because they have their lighting up. They are surrounded for similar beauties that you can only appreciate during day light. This is the corner of Avenida de Mayo and Avenida 9 de Julio: El Hotel La Argentina, closed. The Avenida de Mayo starts in the homonym Plaza, where the Casa Rosada, the National Executive Branch headquarters is located. It Ends in the Plaza de los Dos Congresos and the Legislative Branch headquarters: Normally, the beautiful building is fully illuminated, this darkness is another sign of the crisis. All this area is where you can find most of the best traditional Spanish cooking eateries. Take a look at this jamón serrano sandwich that was my lunch yesterday (and my breakfast today): You can also find premium restaurants from other cuisines. I am not fond of fancy restaurants and prefer regular standard eateries. For those of you into expensive, one of the most reputed Peruvian restaurants of Buenos Aires is around my corner. So far I have been sharing standard regular prices. This place is considered very expensive by the locals: Today currency: U$S 1 = $AR 98.35 at official rate; 171.5 at Blue. I did not hook up after Jason because I am budgeting and Grindr was too distracting and time demanding, as I am not an easy online hookup. I may turn it up today again, but I will be busy with friends and tomorrow with family and Alan. I used it last Tuesday before making the decision to hire Jason, but no one seem a good prospect. That is another disadvantage of this place the number of GFS (Gays for Feet Squared) is way lower than Palermo. Meanwhile, last night I rolled the last hint with the weed I bought when I arrived. Do toy remember those two beautiful jars filled with flowers? Gone. One of the friends I am meeting today has a brother who is cultivating, so I will get a reinforcement for free.

@msclelovr, I was going out, and sat back in this computer to write these last lines. As I said, this topic triggers me and I may have been rude. Rather than editing anything, I choose to take ownership of my rage. But I do apologize because my intention was not to be offensive or insult you, I was just spitting my rage. I happen to think that there is a well established mindset or narrative, where "first world" countries look down to the rest of the world. Within this mindset, crimes committed in the first world are an anomaly. Crimes committed in the rest of the world are expected and just another proof of our inferiority. This is an hegemonic mindset. We in the third world also interpret crime that way. I hope that makes clearer my point of view. It is just a moment of rationality and I do not know how long it is going to last before the rage takes over me again, so I stop here.

I pay them. They sign a release form and allow me to document they are in legal age. I am learning a craft.

Do you have an idea of the kind of report I could put together about safety in the USA, picking individual testimonies (and even adding statistics) as you did? It is true that the local press report helps the scarring narrative for the first world visitors who think they are more civilized, but local reports are politically manipulate according to the local government. When the administration is conservative, the crime reports stay in the police section of newspapers, when the government is Peronist, the reports move to first page. But I am not going to give this battle, I know that I would lose. These prejudices are too deeply rooted. Specially if your circle is people from Recoleta. These are the worst kind of people, in my opinion, you can mingle with in Buenos Aires. I lived 20 years in that neighborhood and I know how racist, classist, and conservative they are. Sure, they are very gay friendly, if you look like you have a bank account.

No. I have been robbed more than once in Washington DC, and I am not going around warning the rest of the world about street crime in the USA. Bull shit. Sorry, this topic triggers me.

For years I have been hearing these stories about street crime in Argentina and Brazil. I have never seen anything or suffer any threads. Of course, I do not go to dangerous areas, but the touristic zones of Buenos Aires are safer than most American cities. At least here you are not afraid of a crazy pulling out his fusil and killing you and everyone around.

In one of my first calls to American to inquire about earlier tickets, the agent on the other side of the line recognized me. He told me he remembered me from three years ago. Unbelievable. Following his advise, I have been calling everyday at 8am. No changes. Current restrictions expire this Friday, and there is a lot of expectations about whether the government will soften or harden them. I am not anxious about it, there is nothing I can do about it and all the pundits are just playing the guessing game. So far, I am staying until August 4th. I wanted to say goodbye to Palermo before moving to my new base. I walked down to what I believe is Palermo Soho. I am a little lost with all these realtors made up new neighborhoods. I walked around Plaza Armenia, enjoying an amazing sunny week end. Of course, the neighborhood fair was up, and they would take your temperature before being allowed in. I was glad that the park was fenced, to keep children away. I chose a cafe in a corner, to have a brunch sitting in a sidewalk table, under the sun. After brunching, I walked back to Palermo Hollywood. On the other side of Plaza Armenia, instead of a food fair there was an art craft fair. It was not a long walk, but the neighborhood has plenty of treasures. Palermo used to be not so trendy in this area because of inundations. Avda Juan B Justo, one of the many main arteries across the neighborhood, used to be a creek. It was intubated and burry, but the water stream increased with time and with a moderate rain the building would be one meter under water. Once the intubation was updated and the inundations stopped, Palermo Renaissance started. Another important infrastructure project that changed the area's physiognomy was the elevation of the train. All the land that used to belong to the railroad company is now being redesign mostly as new public open spaces. An example: What you see at the picture's right side is the elevated railroad. On both sides the city is landscaping public parks. Many are still under construction. Besides a last walk, I also had to visit my new favorite bakery in Buenos Aires. Panadería Don Blanco. Last Tuesday, I moved to my new airbnb. I chose the place because the pictures showed me a nice stage for new photoshoots with Alan. I am so disappointed. This was the first big mistake I made in this trip. Not only the place is actually smaller than expected. Not only there is limited natural light and the inside lighting is bad. The worst thing is that it does not feel like an airbnb. It is a beautiful, traditional building in the historic area of the city, Palacio Raggio. A huge, five stories building that serve different functions throughout its life. Now it was refurnished into small apartments. It feels like you are in an hotel, without the advantages of being in an hotel. I like airbnb because you stay in a place where someone is living, or could be. I doubt anyone is living in this building. These are all short term renting units, I bet. The first impression was just worse than disappointing. I was unpacking and settling down. I found an power outlet adaptor in a bookshelf, and plugged it on the power wall power source. The whole power shut down. I had to go to the reception and they had to restaure the power from the central control. Imagine my mood. This place definitely suck. I needed something comforting to cheer me up. A few days before I had found Jason in Skokka. Another Venezuelan import. The link is already gone, but I have a screen shot. I had seen him in one of LatinLeche clips, and in the local forums I found good references. The contact was quick as I did not have any questions. His response to my first contact was Besides cheering me up and out of my disappointment, I wanted to try the security system in this stupid fancy pretentious building. Jason arrived on time, he had texted me on his way and I was waiting for him in the lobby. He had to present his ID and his full name and time of entry were recorded. I hated it but it was not so bad. I could do this everyday, if I want to. The meeting was OK. Jason was very nice and likable, and did not care about watching the time. After a long conversation we started kissing, and I was not very happy. I was expecting something more passionate. We moved to the bed, which was still intact. He is beautiful, with tasteful tattoos and a huge dick. The kissing was still lacking, though. The temperature started to heat up when he gave me head. It was not outstanding but definitely good. When I turned him around and started to eat his ass, then the thing turned really hot. He was moaning, directing my work just as I like it to be. His ass was smooth, tight, and delicious. I thought that was pretty good. However, the thing actually erupted when my dick went in. The boy freaked and for the first time I felt he was really devouring my mouth while I was digging him. He is definitely an outstanding bottom, which compensated the other deficits. Overall, it was an OK experience sexually, and a very nice social meeting. I escorted (ha!) him for a few blocks when he left, and then returned to sleep my first night in my new nest. That was yesterday, Tuesday. Today was my first day teleworking full time, and it was rainy, so I did not explore my new neighborhood. The little bit I saw looks like crap after Palermo.

Do not look at market share, look at pricing if you find a source for that.

Yes you can, although I am going to be guessing here, as I have not been in CDMX since this thread was started. I am in Buenos Aires now, where Uber was struggling because of local. regulatory challenges. They are fully legal and working now, and so their competition is. Check the Chinese competition, DiDi. In Buenos Aires, their prices are better than Uber's. Here is where I am guessing. I assume they are also in CDMX. China is taking over Latin America.

I just got stressed and disoriented for 3 days, but you list very well the circumstances that make my experience radically different than most travelers' right now. Anyways, I think I will be able to be back before August 4th, although I already rented an airbnb until then. American cancelled their flight to Fort Worth until Aug 4th, but they are still flying to Miami. Those flights are full until September, but because of the restrictions some Argentines are cancelling their tickets. I have the right to one more change in my reservation without paying any fees, and I cam calling every day to check the situation. Today they offered me a flight to Miami on July 29th, but I did not take it hoping for an earlier day available soon. I just need a few days notice to arrange the mandatory PCR test, and can pack anytime.

I keep working hard on my quest to check items out of my Two Eat List. Mantecol is a popular candy based on the tradicional halva recipe. The other one is a popular brand of one of my favorite Argentinean flavors: alfajor de maicena. After checking them out of my To Eat List, I should check them in to my Not To Eat Anymore List. Now that I know that I may stay here one month longer than expected, I have to watch my diet. Another check out item: Sopa paraguaya. Do not ask me why its is called "soup", I do not know. It is delicious and it is made with love by my mother. That picture was taken today during lunch. After several cloudy and very cold days, today was a Día Peronista. I took advantage of the sun and the warmer weather to take a walk with an old friend. We started in the Facultad of Ingeniería, a landmark building that was originally built for the Fundación Evita (a beneficence organization) and after the Revolución Libertadora in 1955 (the coup that terminated Perón's second presidency) transferred to the Universidad de Buenos Aires. From there we walked towards and through Puerto Madero. This is the last neighborhood added to the city. All the old port area was reconverted to offices and high end condo apartments. I love that the city landscape designers are abandoning the use of foreign species and planting the city outdoors with indigenous ones. Then we walked up to the City and Plaza San Martin. The Plaza Hotel, one of the most traditional five stars in the city, it is abandoned with no traces of any redevelopment work. In general, the city has been hit hard by the pandemic. It is noticeable in all the areas I have been visiting, and I have stayed in the wealthier side of town. I am told that going to South decadence and poverty are obvious and depressing. I am privileged to be able to enjoy my staying here. Yesterday I had my third encounter with Alan, and the boy has definitely displaced Tomy from the pole position of my favorite guys. It is weird, my brain tells me that I should find Tomy more attractive, but my body responds more to Alan. His ass is amazing, it is almost like it is sucking my dick in. Yesterday I was still very stressed because of my flight cancelation, and was tired and not aroused after our photos session. However, he wanted me and worked me with thirst and passion. It was our third meeting, and again like twice before I busted inside of him. This is really unusual for me, and a high indicator of our good chemistry. He is now publishing in soytuyo and I love to see that he used all my pictures in his new ad. I have one more pic for you. Yesterday, after I busted, he demanded me again to keep digging him until he got his orgasm: