Dreaming of a White Christmas?

Heading towards 40 degrees celsius today, perfect for a power cut. My Christmas Present: woke up to no power, same as a whole army of Portenos. Had to happen sooner or later, just am glad that it was later. Tomorrow is departure day...

It's a blessing to live on the 3rd floor (same as 4th in North America), and a semblance of emergency lighting is still functioning in the stair well. Fridge is empty - nothing to spoil.

Water still on, who knows for how long.

Christmas Eve - far from a Silent Night. Argentinos celebrate the arrival of Christmas Day at midnight as if it is New Years Day and the Fourth of July all wrapped up into one with heaps of fire crackers and fireworks, which light up the night sky, echo inside the building blocks, make streets an obstacle course around amateur fireworks artists...still going at 2 a.m.

Turned up as invited at the midnight Milonga, which was locked up tight. Only a passionate couple lost in Christmas peace and love occupying the doorway, and a man with a cane watching the proceedings with a bored look.
I probably interpreted the Latino scheduling wrong, invitation for midnight, possibly means around 1 a.m. or maybe 2 a.m. Ah, too long to hang around or drop into one of the many cafes and restaurants nearby still open for Christmas Cheer
So I flagged down the next taxi, thus giving up on my first attempt to participate in one of those milongas de madrugada - sort of dance until the sun rises.

No Internet in my apartment either, but the corner cafe, El Penguino de Palermo, has power and is close enough to a boutique hotel, whose WiFi signal weakly fires up my netbook. One learns to be resourceful in this world class metropolis.

Delaying return to my third/fourth floor hot box, sipping agua and enjouyng the resaurant's air conditioning.

May the Lights of Christmas shine for you....