El Sueno Es Real

Although this trip was a long time in the planning, it is still bizarre that we are currently living in Buenos Aires. I’m not sure if the kick is coming, but if it does, it is likely going to be a swift awakening.

So one of our main goals on this trip was to live in and experience different cultures, rather than just pass through. Joining the gym down our street was an easy choice.

The gym has been full of interesting collection of people. Men with short mullets that are close to rat tails a la every guy reading this circa 1990, surgically enhanced middle aged women doing bizarre squats straddling the barbell, and men who greet others with a peck on the cheek while already laying down resting after a bench press.

Our gym also required Annie and I to each see the doctor. I’m pretty sure our doctor was the Argentinian cousin of Dr. Riveria:

He was disappointed I did not know my height in meters, or weight in kilograms. (do you know your weight in stones Dr. Riveria?!) However, he was especially troubled when during my EKG test the probes he attached to me fell off, and then my arm slipped off his Vietnam era medical examining table and caused my readings to spike. He scribbled on the test in disgust and then once receiving a satisfactory reading told me to keep my EKG readout. Why? Not sure. Apparently I’m healthy enough though.