Buenos Aires Movie Montage

Hola from the capital of Argentina! I am on vacation for about a week with some other Volunteers and so far it has been wonderful.  I stayed with some CouchSurfers in Santa Fe for a couple of days, learned a lot of Spanish slang and cuss words and just enjoyed hanging out with some Argentine college students at their apartment and walking around the city.  Then I came down here to BA to meet the 2 other volunteers who came in from Paraguay.  Today was a pretty hilarious tourist day, so much so that I came back to the hostel and wanted to write about it before I take a nap and get ready to go out for some steak and wine tonight.  This day would make a perfect montage sequence in a movie so cue some corny, cheesy movie montage music...
The morning started off normal, waking up in the hostel, eating some breakfast and then heading out with our beat up Lonely Planet guide for the walking tour.  I wanted to see the modern art museum but it was closed so we just walked around in the part of town where the famous tango dance was born.  According to the guide book this area is very ''bohemian,''  which I am beginning to think means a bunch of hippies with dreadlocks playing Bob Marley music on their iPod speakers and selling jewelery made of shiny wire and colorful gem stones in the plaza.  So that's the first scene in the montage...
The girls I am traveling with happen to like looking at every piece of aforementioned wire/gem stone earrings made by said hippies, so I got bored and took off on my own.  I wanted to go to the other side of town to see the Fine Art Museum and decided it was a good, crisp day to walk, so I just started hiking.  I walk really fast so cue fast walking movie montage music and imagine me bolting through crowded city streets, man on a mission.
I stroll through the plaza where all the government buildings are, grab some roasted peanuts from a street vendor and stand on the balcony where Evita (or I guess Madonna) sang ''Don't Cry for Me Argentina!!!''  Keep walking...
Onwards to lunch where I get a huge piece of meat and some french fries, sitting alone in a huge fancy restaurant with very few people except. There are 2 tired-looking tango dancers in the street and they keep dancing although nobody is watching.  They look miserable and I sit and eat lunch wondering why they are dancing.  Cue fancy classical music for a nice dining scene where I eat my steak with a napkin tucked in my shirt collar, fork and knife working away.
More fast walking music and crossing countless city blocks, plazas and fountains, stopping to jump in a family picture in front of a big statue of a guy on a horse (''Who is that tall white dude in our Christmas photo?'')
Cross more plazas, stop to appreciate a nice piece of architecture, maybe share some cotton candy or an ice cream cone with a cute little laughing kid (I envision we would probably both be laughing about something very funny or watching a street performer), and then continue towards the art museum.  Finally I get to the museum, run up the big steps, and then you see me in deep thought, contemplating some work of modernist painting of a fork or a circle or a naked lady.  Why does every other artist paint a naked lady anyways?
Leave the museum and head onwards through the artisan stands, quickly gazing at more wire and gem stone jewelery, half expecting to find the girls giddy about how much cooler this jewelery is than that other place this morning...
I'm tired now, but the hostel is back on the other side of the city and who knows how many photo montage opportunities I could get myself into so I look up from my huge, complicated unfolded map, shrug at the camera, laugh again at that joke with the cute little kid with the ice cream cone, and start walking as the corny music starts up again...
The Uruguay/Germany World Cup game is going on so I stop in at random cafes to watch bits of the game.  Imagine me, the tall white dude in the back, cheering with all the Argentines when Uruguay scores a goal.  Back to the street where I get caught up in a parade for Argentine Independence Day.  It was almost as cool as getting up on the float and singing ''Twist and Shout'' in the streets with all the construction workers dancing and everything like on Ferris Buehler, but not quite that cool.  But I still got to march in a parade and wave at people like I was supposed to be there.  Mind you, I stick out a little since I am wearing a bright red shirt with a brighter red hat and everyone is wearing the national color of Argentina...sky blue, not anything close to bright red.  I am also over 6 feet tall, much taller than your average South American.  (''Who is that tall white dude in the Independence Day Parade?'')
After the parade, I continue towards the hostel, and get caught up in a Gay Rights protest.  I was really just trying to cross the street, but the protesters blocked the road so imagine me, bright red shirt, in the middle of people wearing rainbow clothing shouting at TV news cameras demanding equal rights.  (''Who is that tall white dude in the gay rights march?'')
Now if you think that is a funny image, keep reading.  2 blocks from the hostel I start to see ticket scalpers yelling in the street and people selling posters of some Argentine teenie band who look like NSYNC back when I used to listen to their CD with my sister, or maybe what I imagine High School Musical is like.  Apparently there is a concert tonight.  3 city blocks are completely shut down from screaming girls ages 7-14 with painted faces waving big pictures of Javier or Toni or some blond South American pop singer who might actually be one of the Backstreet Boys who escaped down here to try his boy band career over again.  There is me, bright red shirt, 6 feet tall, trying to wind through the masses of these girls waiting for tonight's concert, all accusing of me of trying to cut the line.
I guess the montage would conclude with that image.  Probably with one of those transitions where it goes to black in a closing circle around my face and the music fading out.  Yea, best day in Buenos Aires I could have imagined, haha.  Tomorrow we are headed further south for a couple of days at the beach.  It will be cold so no swimming but I plan on drinking a lot of yerba mate, going on some runs, and taking some naps.  It has been a good vacation so far.  Back to Paraguay later next week.  Happy Independence Day Argentina!  Hope all is well back home!  Peace!