Okay, I admit it. I've been singing songs from the musical Evita since we arrived in Buenos Aires. I even forced Fred to watch some of the 1996 movie starring Madonna and Antonio Banderas. To Fred's credit, he made it 30 minutes into the film before begging for mercy.

Today is the anniversary of Eva Peron's birthday and we just happened to be visiting the Recoleta cemetery, where she's buried. Evita would have been 94 if cervical cancer hadn't taken her at age 33. Here are some photos from our visit to the cemetery:

It's raining today in Buenos Aires. We got caught in it while walking around Palermo. I struck out trying to find a yoga class as well. The heater was broken at the Bikram studio, I couldn't find the Ashtanga place, and I missed the morning class at Buena Onda... but no matter. It's all perfect. We are loving it here.

Last night we saw the most divine Tango show at Esquina Carlos Gardel. This is coming from a very critical ex-dancer (me) and someone who couldn't care less about tango or any other dance show for that matter (my amazing punk rock husband).

The dancers are New York City Ballet-quality in their technique and beauty, with the intense passion and occasional flash of true artists. The food was superb as well (save room and order the bread pudding for desert).

Tonight we will see the show at Tango Porteno, which I understand is more "Broadway" to last night's "traditional" offering. I can't wait... bring on the flash and crowd-pleasing tricks, please! 

Nothing kicks off a journey like dancing in the streets with 600 Mexican women.

We left Todos Santos at 6am this morning to participate in the annual Zumba marathon in Cabo. Well, I participated. Fred watched.

We stay in Cabo tonight, leave for Dallas early tomorrow morning, then on to Buenos Aires in the evening. The adventure begins!