How is it already our fourth day in Buenos Aires? The days keep going by quicker and quicker, and every day I gain a better and better understanding of the healthcare system in Argentina. The day started off to a rocky start. Our original course of action was to meet in the lobby at 8:10 am to take a bus to a nearby private hospital, however, this did not go to plan. Our van got delayed until 8:40, and by the time 8:40 rolled around the van was still nowhere to be found. Because of this, we had to take a radio taxi. This was my first time in a taxi in Buenos Aires and we were lucky enough to have a driver that was incredibly passionate about the amazing city that is Buenos Aires. He told us about his favorite soccer teams, where he’s from, his favorite neighborhood, and much much more. There was one challenge though, being that he spoke zero English. This gave me an excellent opportunity to work on my Spanish. Finally, we had arrived at the private hospital where we received a lecture from the former Ministry of Health for Salta, Dra. Josefina Medrano. Salta is another province in Argentina, like Buenos Aires. Although this is not to get confused with the city of Buenos Aires, as Buenos Aires is both a city and the largest and most populated province in Argentina. During Dra. Medrano’s lecture I started to gain an understanding of the need to divide the government into different sectors. As I discussed in the last post, many people in  Argentina have very different viewpoints on important subjects within the economy. Having multiple levels of government helps to divide up both the responsibility to complete certain tasks and the amount of power that is given out. Having both national and provincial governments allows for more viewpoints, and helps to take a load a significant load of work off one another. After our lecture with Dra. Medrano, we took a tour of Hospital Fernandes, a public hospital in Buenos Aires. This was something I had never experienced before. We walked through the ICU and saw many of the patients being treated. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t uncomfortable during this time because I very much was. After our tour of the hospital, we took another tour, but this was a walking tour of the neighborhood Recoleta in Buenos Aires. Here we visited the infamous graveyard of Ricoletta, and it was truly breathtaking. You can really see the time and effort people have put in to assure their loved ones would continue to be remembered, and it warms my heart.