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... lunch inspiration – can’t face any more of
the hideous bread. Ended up with fried eggs and oven chips, comfort food, but
have to take advantage of the oven.
Headed out later to check out the classical string
performances in front of the Manzana – of course the tourist office were
clueless (and happy to remain so) about it and pretty much everything else,
both in the centre and at the bus station!
... day vs night. Let’s go conquer this charming city then.
Sunday night I would have expected no so many people around… wrong! This city is full of people, vibes and energy every moment of the day/night and every day of the year. Cordoba is the university city of Argentina so there are students everywhere, anytime and it gives to the city a special atmosphere and “a lot of stuff” going on. The center can be seen in one afternoon but ...
... square from soldiers that fought during the time of the Faulklands war that didn't go to the islands and are being denied a pension, and again soldiers that fine another day that did fight on the islands and have gained a pension who are fighting in protest that those that didn't come to the island should not get a pension!! After the walk we all sat and had a beer an chatted for a few hours and watched some more tango before splitting and Davina and I got ...
... and sure enough, a cat decided it wanted to join us! It was searching for food (and not being quiet about it either - I clearly was losing my zen at this point!). So.....whilst Nadia and I sat scoffing crisps/crackers, the foolish boys took it upon themselves to give up their lunches to feed it and proceeded to play with the diseased fur-ball right beside us!! Now, if they had kept control of their new pet, it would have been cool, but now it had decided that it ...
... comes on the weekends, but Ramiro offered to make us a pizza and opened up a bottle of wine. We invited him to sit with us, which he eventually did after fetching us some olives and cooking up a delicious Napolitana pizza.
As we sat in an outdoor patio in the shadow of the four hundred year old ruins, we learned that the small, wood and stone rooms behind us were actually slave quarters for the indigenous population who were forced to build this place. ...