It's 1a.m. here in Argentina, and I just got back to my hotel. Believe it or not, I just ate dinner. People out here are night owls. Most resteraunts are still open at this time, and pretty busy. One of the strangest things I've encountered out here is that there's pizza everywhere. There's a pizza parlor every 1 or 2 blocks. I can't remember the last time I ate so much pizza. For whatever reason, the food out here isn't as heavy as American food is. I've been eating pizza before going to bed [which is about 3-4 a.m.] and haven't had one Apocalyptic dream yet. The whole "pizza dreams" joke won't get much of a response out here. Then there's the ice- cream. The ice- cream here is incredible, hands down! Unfortunately, the place where I got my ice cream had the driest ice- cream cones I've ever had as well. But the ice -cream was so good I ate the cone anyways, in honor of the ice- cream. I later wondered if this was something only tourists do. Maybe everyone knows not to eat the cone, maybe cone eating is how they recognize the tourists around here. Having said all that, at approximately 12:30 a.m. I asked for seconds, (two scoops this time) and ate the cone again. I'm telling you, it's that good. I typically don't care for ice- cream, but Argentina, or as I now call it "Ice-creamtina", has changed all of that (I'm crying). Before I forget, Argentina is undoubtedly every shopping woman's paradise. There's so many clothes out here it is insane, and to top it all off, itis inexpensive and fashionable. I got my wife two tops and a skirt for about $20.00, not bad if you ask me. Tomorrow night I'm back in church and on the road again. Five more days and I'll be home, I can't wait.