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Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
Last week went to Cabana Las Lillas, one of the most famous steakhouses in the world, drank amazing wine, and ate fabulous tirimisseau all for the equivalent of about $35. Toured Teatro Cologne, and shopped on Friday before meeting one of my friends to go out on the town. I believe our luck temporarily changed for the worse for a short while, because after dancing until 6am, when we were ready to leave we realized our jackets had been stolen and sulked home in halter tops at 7am. Saturday my alarm didn't go off, so I got a late start to the day, met up with Erin (a girl from my program), and walked around one of the local art fairs in Recoleta before planning on leaving for San Antonio de Areco, an old Gaucho farm that night. However when we go there all of the tickets were sold, so we left for a small river town, Tigre, only to discover that it is possible for there to be a tourist town with absolutely no hotels. After walking around for an hour and a half, we exclaimed that at least it wasn't raining, and then returned to the train station in a downpour to return to Buenos Aires, scaring my senora half to death seeing as I wasn't expected to return until Monday.
Sunday we decided we would try again to go to the Gaucho farm, but this time all the hotels were booked there, so ended up returning to Tigre, exploring the fruit market, taking boat rides and ate at a wonderul little parilla before returning to the bed and breakfast that we found, and our honeymoon looking sweet. It was a very romantic place, and the people working there seemed to think we were a couple, especially seeing as how we had them bring wine glasses up to our room and answered the door in our matching bathrobes.
Early Monday we really did leave for the Gaucho farm, went to museums, ate at another great parilla, and learned that Argentina eats more meat (not surprisingly) than any other country. In fact, ham here is not a filling, but a topping, like ketchup or lettuce. Sat by the river drinking kiwi wine, watching horses and gauchos in their barrets, and returned "home."
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