christmas... eve? ish?

Another day, we went to ze beach. I accumulated about a pound of sand
in my suit and hair (as per usual) and wore SPF 50 sunscreen. It was
about this day that my hair started being ridiculous, and it persisted in
its beserkity for the remainder of the trip. I for the most part let that
mess atop my head be, but it looked like crap. Just a disclaimer.

Anyway, that day is being very vague for me at this time, but I do seem
to recall eating at an Argentine joint where Tim's lemonade left and nary
a few empanadas were consumed.

And in case you are unfamiliar with Argentina, the restaurant provided
a collage of All Things Argentine: the country that brought you Che,
Maradona, and mate all.