Broken Flippy

There I was just minding my own business, walking around with Ben and Carly, trying to digest another delicious and fantastically healthy meal from Tea Connection when my flip-flop broke. Stranded. I was stranded. It was not an option to continue the walk home sans one flippy, not with the filth and who-knows-what growing on the streets of Buenos Aires. Ben eventually offered a piggy-back ride (not that he was thrilled with the idea) the rest of the way to the apartment or at least until we could spot a cab or bus that would get us closer to our destination. Poor, sweet Ben, I think I nearly flattened the kid. I suppose I will now have to highly consider laying off the empinadas...