You know, I could name some spanish tunes. But I'm right here, at the capital of my country, named Buenos Aires. You know? That city with the El Crísto Redéntor statue? Yeah, I'm drinking some wine that came from Chile while watching some people dancing to our national and most beloved type of dance, which is Tango. I also think Maradona is better than Pelé. Maybe I can get to Caracas to visit a long time friend of mine, but the FARC is blocking the road so it might not happen so soon. Unless the Ejército Bolivariano gets in their way. Oh boy. You don't want to mess with the boys from La Paz.