As you’ve probably noticed, most of my days have been spent exploring the city, soaking in as much Argentine culture as I possibly can. This typically consists of a LOT of walking. Britt and I walk everywhere.

Here is a photo of Britt walking:

Sometimes, when we walk long distances, we like to stop in the grocery store, piece together a delicious lunch, eat part of our baguette as we’re walking down the street, and then take a sit in a park to people-watch and fill our tummies.

After our sit, we walk some more. We usually laugh about the crazy people we see and discuss theories about proper sidewalk etiquette, fun-filled plans for our future adventures, or—more likely than not—simultaneously think about cheese and how to best include it in our next meal.

During such a chat today, we stumbled upon a cow statue. Naturally, I posed with it.

He was just sitting there. Outside the restaurant. Taunting us with his tastiness. I don’t know if it was the proximity to the cow or the lingering visions of cheese from our previous discussion, but Britt and I decided our next move should be a transition from walking by cows to woking with cows:

We used the leftover steak from last night and combined it with veggies from Britt’s fridge to create a delicious stir fry.

With dinner down and after going to sleep at 6am yesterday, we’re calling it a night. And it’s only three o’clock in the morning here. We’re such wimps.