When the bus came into the city of Rosario I knew immediately I was in for a change of pace and scenery. The first thing I saw were boney horses tied up on the side of the road eating garbage and groups of "homes" put together with shrap metal and plywood. 

About a month ago I had a friend of a friend from Chicago contact me and said he was going to be in Rosario for a few weeks visiting his home town. It was such an amazing gesture for him and his family to open their home to me so I jumped on the opportunity. 

Despite my bus being an hour and a half late from Retiro, pouring rain and bumper-bumper traffic on the way to Rosario somehow I knew everything would work out fine on this blind adventure. Even when the bus driver came upstairs to find me and tell me he wasn't going to stop at the stop I wanted a girl behind said she would help me get to my buddy's place. Without having to ask her she guided me from the bus station to a local bus stop and she paid for me to take a 25-minute bus ride across town. She told me all about Rosario and different things on the street as we passed them by. Finally she warned me to be careful and I nervously got off the bus as she continued on. 

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