The Touch, The SMELL of Cotton...

Trip Start Oct 17, 2012
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Trip End Mar 27, 2013


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Flag of Argentina  , Autonomous City of Buenos Aire,
Friday, November 2, 2012

The fabric of our lives

When preparing and packing for this trip we purchased a handful of new clothes featuring moisture wicking and /or anti microbial fabrics. Unfortunately, we could not afford entirely all new clothes and brought some dresses and tshirts made of just cotton. Never Again! By this time we are 11 days in to our trip and only have 2 or 3 outfits that are appropriate for the current climate, being sweaty and much hotter than originally expected. In addition, all of our clothes are tightly stuffed in to a backpack so they all mingle with one another and we spent our first week in a swamp. Needless to say, we stink and don't have a laundry option in our near future. Though this is obvious, don't test you luck like we did.... Moral of the story is, whenever traveling, never pack cotton with the exception of jeans, of course.

I digress... We got in to B.A. From the ferry in the evening with plans to meet up with a second CouchSurfing host. Tried as we could we could not get through to him on a pay phone. Giving up, we decided to just stay the night at a hostel in the city and meet up with our CS host manana. We found a really nice hostel in the middle of the Retiro district, a very touristy, times-square-esque neighborhood. Not our favorite part of town. We settled in and took a nap with plans to grab dinner and go out that night. Being in the touristy location that we were in, we happened upon a dinner place that was subpar. We knew we shouldn't have gone there but thought that just maybe it wouldn't be as bad as typical tourist-like restaurants in the states, wrong, never again! Being tired from travel and Lydia developing a cold as she so often does when traveling, we opt to stay in after dinner and start fresh the next day.

Though we started our trip out in Buenos Aires we didn't get a chance to see much of the city on our first day. So now, we wake up and take advantage of the provided, actually decent hostel breakfast and contact our CS host via the hostel phone. Finally we get in touch with him and have real directions to his home in a suburb of the city that we get to by train. We take the subway to the train station to find hoards of people wrapped all around the station waiting in 1, maybe 2 lines that seem to have no staring or ending points. Some even seem prepared for the wait as they have folding chairs, blankets, and picnics. We ask about tickets and learn that the system is down. The lines still don't make sense to us and we wait a while trying I observe what's going on. Finally we give up on the couchsurfing, once again deciding it best that we stay in the city anyway.

We find a hostel in a section of town called Palermo- much less touristy and close to some fancy shopping and eating area of town. They even have a neighborhood called Palermo SOHO (we are waaaaay south of Houston) and Palermo Hollywood. We set down our bags in search of an empanada spot that we heard about from some people in Uruguay. Unable to find it (even the people working in shops next to where it was up posed to be had never heard of it) we stumble upon a Mexican restaurant and happily order a few beef tacos. We walk around the neighborhood a bit and happen upon an artisan market as well as some bands playing in the street then hop on a bus to go to the cemetery were Evita and other rich people are buried. This neighborhood is called Recoletta and if we were in NYC it would be the Upper East Side - very fancy. We stroll around some parks running in to a lovely Botero statue amongst others and come to find the cemetery is closed. Bummer. We run in to some more street bands playing and some artisan fairs and then head to the bus station to get our tickets in line for our trip out of B.A. tomorrow. Back at the hostel we take a nap with plans to go out in what is one of the biggest party cities of South America. We definitely wanted to take in some night life especially since we missed or the other two nights that we were here. However, we don't wake up until the morning. C'est La Vie.
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