I had studied Spanish for 3 months before my first trip to Argentina, and i was feeling pretty good about myself. I thought that i would be able to handle some basic communication with just about any local once i got here. As i said that was what I thought. The first time someone said to me Che, chabon i knew i was in for some trouble. My problem was that i...

By Dominick DalSanto Head Writer, Webmaster Its 2:30 am on Jan 12th 2010, i am 10,000 feet above sea level, flying somewhere over the Brazilian rain forest on United flight 885 to Buenos Aires, Argentina. As i rub my bloodshot eyes for what seems like the millionth time, i start to look around the rest of the plane and observe how others are dealing with the...