Day Fifty-Two: Tourist in BA
I walk down Florida Ave to Plaza San Martin and then back to Plaza de Mayo and Casa Rosado, where Evita would address the people from the balcony. Don’t Cry For Me Argentina plays in my head as I wander.
I head to San Telmo, where my guide book tells me there is an antique market on Sundays. I walk down Defensa, a cobblestone street where local vendors sell their wares.
I stop for lunch at a cafe and I continue to read my spanish book. I order a steak, because I’ve been told I must eat beef here. Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t really eat steak, but I may have been converted this afternoon. It is delicious.
The city is very European. Parisian. The buildings are beautiful but unkept. They are rundown, dirty and boarded up. I can imagine how different it would be if these places were restored. There is so much potential.
It’s 4 o’clock and the sun is still high in the sky. Summertime :)
I take a stroll through Parque Lezama and then check out the museum of natural history.
I make my way to Puerto Madero, where there are many new high rise buildings and an ecological park. It’s a marsh. Very peaceful.
After walking for 8 hours, my legs are tired and I feel pretty oriented in the central part of the city. I come back to my hotel to rest for a bit before heading to dinner by myself in Puerto Madero.
I’m a little lonely. I thought Inez would be joining me at this point but I haven’t heard from her. I’m beginning to worry. She doesn’t have a phone or ready access to the internet so it’s been tough to get in touch with her. I hope she is ok.
After dinner I walk along the water and see couples everywhere. It’s a very romantic city. I don’t mind being on my own, but it would be nice to share this with someone. See more pictures.
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