San Isidro Plaza Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Minbar in room
- Concierge desk
- Breakfast Available
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... about my life haha. Upon realizing that everything was closed, she said everything should probably open around 2. Well, balls. It was only 11. So I went to the bus stop and took the bus to a new beach everyone said I had to visit. I wasn't sure how buses there worked so, upon Jorge's suggestion, I asked the money guy to tell me when to get off. When you get on buses in Brazil, there's a guy who has a cash box who can give you change for your bus fare. You have to pay him ...
... the five blocks back in the direction we came, only to find that it no longer existed and there was a kids' clothes store instead in its place. Haha well. So we just grabbed some ice creams from the kiosko in the little fridge. Then we crossed the street and boarded the 152 after we'd finished inhaling our dessert and photobombing each other. We got off at the botanical garden and he had a field day with his camera. There were close to zero flowers, all of it being ...
... smoothie. And it was so good. As the night drew to what I thought would be the close, I was exhausted. It was 12:30 and so many people were still there. I forgot about BA night life. I'm such a baby but I was falling asleep on Augusto's shoulder and Guilherme's. And Claudia and Andrea were saying how Guilherme and I should date and we were like, no, we're like brother and sister. And they said, yeah but that's how it is in Barrio Norte. And we were like, mm ...
... off. Turns out John got much more of this "bird **** scam" messy liquid stuff all over the back of his tshirt and shorts than I did. The scam, of course, is when you stop walking and let the guy assist you by him helping mop up the messy liquid stuff, then you are robbed. We were lucky, we were not robbed. As previously mentioned, we are not carrying a backpack, a purse, or obvious camera and I am not wearing a watch or rings or necklace but only a small pair of ...
... When we stepped off the bus, neither of us recognized our surroundings. Our eyes must have been large, as we realized we had no idea what direction to go. Mr. Handsome asked if we needed help, and he and his girlfriend walked us all the way back to the B&B. And that's the other reason I love to travel; the spontaneous acts of kindness and the tender connection of humanity that is not divided by government or religion or status.