Dear LA Drivers: You've got nothing on me.

I'm not scared of your horns, your death looks, your curses, your lack of blinkers, your ignorance of blinkers, your rapid lane changing, your sudden stops, your big shiny cars or your even bigger egos. I will no longer cry when I am forced to pass through your grossly overpopulated highways on my way to and from San Diego. I will still complain about your unfathomable amount of traffic, but I will revel in the organization of the traffic, the respect of lanes, the practical use of police officers, the fact that police officers actually mean something, and the fact that annoying as pedestrians are, they are still not a target nor a nuisance to be crushed under your wheel.

I write to you today because I faced a monster more terrifying and insane than you, I faced the streets of Buenos Aires. Compared with BA, you are suburban drivers cruising the residential streets of San Ramon (FYI it's a city in the north of CA, I know many of you would scoff at driving to that land) attentive to all the speed limits, signs and lights.

I drove in Buenos Aires, and I loved it. After driving a block or two I realized I didn't know what the speed limit was so I asked. My response was this: baahahahahahahahahaaaaa. I didn't encounter a street sign with the speed limit on it either, but that's probably because I was incredibly preoccupied with exactly where my car belonged and where the other cars were coming from/going to around me. Buses too, they're the worst actually. The added problem of figuring out how to navigate an infinite number of non-stop-signed intersections was quite the physics operation: if I'm approacing this intersection at 30kmph and I see a string of cars approaching the same intersection from the other direction at 40kmph and they appear about .7 km further from the intersection than I am, should I pass or let them pass? Plus, are there any suicidal pedestrians trying to step foot in the street as I pass through? And if so, how much time do I need to slam on the brakes and swirve out of the way to allow them continued life?

Let's not forget the 2 navigators screaming and pointing OPPOSITE directions to me in a mix of Spanish and attempted English corrections about 5 seconds too late. I very quickly learned the difference between 'derechO' and 'derechA' (straight, right). I also learned that you should probably listen to the much more sober owner of the HOUSE that we are trying to get to rather than the much more drunk owner of the CAR I was driving. Tough choices though. I always opt for the owner of the car, they tend to want the car in good shape the most, which means that you and the occupants of said car will end up in good shape as well.

It was an adventure to say the least, one of my favorite nights in BsAs by far. I miss driving, and it was fun driving without REAL rules for a little bit, but I'd never want it forever. Houdini, LA, SD and SR, I will be with you soon enough my loves.

Also, my spell check just highlighted EVERYTHING because it's set in spanish right now, I appologize for the abysmal spelling.