The Touch, The SMELL of Cotton...
Trip Start Oct 17, 2012
46Trip End Mar 27, 2013
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When preparing and packing for this trip we purchased a handful of new clothes featuring moisture wicking and /or anti microbial fabrics. Unfortunately, we could not afford entirely all new clothes and brought some dresses and tshirts made of just cotton. Never Again! By this time we are 11 days in to our trip and only have 2 or 3 outfits that are appropriate for the current climate, being sweaty and much hotter than originally expected. In addition, all of our clothes are tightly stuffed in to a backpack so they all mingle with one another and we spent our first week in a swamp. Needless to say, we stink and don't have a laundry option in our near future. Though this is obvious, don't test you luck like we did.... Moral of the story is, whenever traveling, never pack cotton with the exception of jeans, of course.
Though we started our trip out in Buenos Aires we didn't get a chance to see much of the city on our first day. So now, we wake up and take advantage of the provided, actually decent hostel breakfast and contact our CS host via the hostel phone. Finally we get in touch with him and have real directions to his home in a suburb of the city that we get to by train. We take the subway to the train station to find hoards of people wrapped all around the station waiting in 1, maybe 2 lines that seem to have no staring or ending points
We find a hostel in a section of town called Palermo- much less touristy and close to some fancy shopping and eating area of town. They even have a neighborhood called Palermo SOHO (we are waaaaay south of Houston) and Palermo Hollywood. We set down our bags in search of an empanada spot that we heard about from some people in Uruguay. Unable to find it (even the people working in shops next to where it was up posed to be had never heard of it) we stumble upon a Mexican restaurant and happily order a few beef tacos. We walk around the neighborhood a bit and happen upon an artisan market as well as some bands playing in the street then hop on a bus to go to the cemetery were Evita and other rich people are buried. This neighborhood is called Recoletta and if we were in NYC it would be the Upper East Side - very fancy. We stroll around some parks running in to a lovely Botero statue amongst others and come to find the cemetery is closed. Bummer. We run in to some more street bands playing and some artisan fairs and then head to the bus station to get our tickets in line for our trip out of B.A. tomorrow. Back at the hostel we take a nap with plans to go out in what is one of the biggest party cities of South America. We definitely wanted to take in some night life especially since we missed or the other two nights that we were here. However, we don't wake up until the morning. C'est La Vie.