Rosario hugs the banks of the winding Parana river four hours north of Buenos Aires. The same Parana that forms Iguazu Falls on the Argentine/Brazilian border another 1,041 km up river.

Perhaps Rosario's greatest claim to fame comes from it's being the birthplace of the Argentine flag. It makes this claim and even has a gigantic memorial in commemoration, but quiet Entre Rios on the other side of the river says that since the flag was born on an island in the Parana--which islands belong to Entre Rios--the monument and all the whoopla should be theirs.

Oh well. It's here now.

We spent our one day there walking and shopping and enjoying the beautiful sunshine. As unique as the city is, it was the hostel that Rosario will be remembered by. Punto Clave is run by the cutest boys you'll find in all of Argentina, and a couple of really cute girls too. They're not used to having old folks stay and spoiled us to death. They wouldn't even let us carry our bags up the stairs--they hauled them up and when it was time for us to leave they ran up and brought them back down. 

It's full of Daniel's artistic touches, too--like the zebra wall in the salon and the bright blue waves interspersed with geometrics made of broken glass in the kitchen. 

Anytime you stay at a hostel though, you fore go certain comforts. We had to rent towels, had no blankets at all and the door to our room lacked a lock. There was a latch to keep it from standing open, but there was no way to lock the thing. So we put the computer in lock up when we left, brought the camera with us and figured anyone was welcome to the rest.

Sleeping was an adventure, though. You know when you go camping and it's really cold so you pull all your clothes out of your pack and lay them carefully over you to keep warm? It was kind of like that. Okay until you roll over and your "blankets" slip off.

But the kids were delightful and made the place a real high point on our trip.