Still in Buenos Aires

Sunday we walked and walked and walked, we took the metro and a cab, hunted around for a casa de cambio to exchange some money, but it was sunday and a holiday weekend. I'm going to wait until Salta to get all the cool things on my list of cool things to get. We walked through a huge market of things probably made in Salta and Jujuy... saw some great music on every block, and stopped for pizza when the hunger pains struck. It was this day we saw many "stray" dogs, and many "stray" children, all digging through the piles of trash that are set out every night. I seem to project sadness into the eyes of the dogs, but it seems real in the eyes of the chilren. Camped in the corners of the subway, eyes up toward the travelers, the light is gone too soon, 4 years old and already his eyes show no hope. His mother digging through the trash w/ her baby. The beggars all seem to have something to sell here. I haven't had anyone ask for money w/o having something in their hand to sell. They will walk by, either a corner cafe or on the subway, drop off some stickers or a picture of jesus, then walk back to pick up your payment or their product. Less begging, more selling.
I'm only speculating, but I don't think people here have to go to driving school before they get a license. Mostly b/c people don't drive in the lines, don't stop at stop signs, don't stop at stop lights, don't turn their lights on at night, don't obey any speed limit (although I don't think there is one) and don't seem to be worried about the police. Example; walking home last night I was talking about this, I said what do the police do here? We were standing at a corner, 2 cops diagonal across from us, and a car drives right through the stop sign right next to them. He didn't appear to be speeding, but he definately didn't stop. Lauren said the signs are more like suggestions.
We went to the grocery store last night to make dinner at home. Beets and squash. You have to put all of your food in individual bags and get them priced by a special guy in the produce area. There is a whole isle of dulce de leche and only one type of salsa and it is imported. The coffee isle is full of mate'. Everything was going smooth until we got in line. There is a tv in line, i guess for when the lines are really long. Lauren says there is always a problem w/ the people in front of her in line w/ something. We made it through in no time until we realized we didnt get the price on the grapes so they had to call someone to come get the grapes and take them to the produce section to weigh and price them. I guess this was the most common problem in line w/ young foreigners not pricing their fruit. The check out lady seemed to be used to it and didn't roll her eyes or anything, unlike our server at the pizza place earlier... Lauren is pretty fluent so the eye rolling is mostly b/c of me, like when the server was telling me to move the book off the table or something and I just looked at her inquisitively. I don't think she liked her job.
This morning I got my hair cut at the request of the fashion police w/ whom I am housed. It was so fun! We stopped in a little barber shop, I sat down and got the sides and the back trimmed and my neck shaved w/ one of those razors that look like a switch blade. EHH. Deep breath. My head is still attached and I will only ever get my hair cut by barbers w/ switchblade razors. I loved it. We were on our way to the zoo to see the miniature ponies but today was easter or some holiday and Everybody was at the zoo. So we went for lunch and I had my first beef. This week I'm gonna have a burger AND a steak. Probably not on the same day, but I will let you know.