A typical thursday night in Buenos Aires means the start of the weekend for me. See, I don't actually have any classes on Friday. Never. After finishing my Theory of Tango class (in Spanish), i'll walk the 2o minutes from university back home and make dinner, followed by a nap. I wake up at 11:30 PM for a shower and then begin drinking. On this particular night, I went with … [Read more...] about Lost. In Buenos Aires.