Day Eleven
Friday April 18th, 2003
A Not So Good Friday

I woke up this day and I felt like a total piece of shit. I just felt completely awful. After lying in bed awake for about an hour I finally mustered up enough energy to shower and head out. What I didn’t realize at the time was that it was Good Friday. I should have realized beforehand that I was going to have two wasted days in Argentina if I went over Good Friday and Easter. But I didn’t even think about at the time. Note to self: Don’t travel in a foreign country during two of their holiest days of the year.

I went to 1707 Santa Fe and it was closed. In fact, the sidewalks were completely rolled up in the city and most everything was closed. I did manage to find a small supermarket open. It was called Disco or something like that and was right around the corner from Design Suites. I stocked up orange and apple juice and then headed back to Design Suites to wallow in my dreadfulness. I probably slept, off and on, for about the next 20 hours. There was a storm that blew through that evening and I woke up throughout the night about every 2-3 hours. Being sick sucks. Being sick when you can fuck tons of beautiful women while traveling in a foreign country really sucks!