A good lesson to remember—always confirm your hostel reservation. Yes, yes. I know I should have known better…it just didn’t occur to me in the few days in Lima before my trip. I almost think it was deliberate. Like I wanted to challenge myself by arriving at 11 pm in Buenos Aires and having to scramble for a place to sleep. And, honestly, I prepared for these seven nights here the least out of all my trips. It’s all good, though. I found a room in the place next to where I was supposed to stay, and so far I have two nice roommates, Eddie and Santiago. I’ll make the switch to the original one on Sunday. The Sudamerika Hostel is just fine for now.
I’ve already had one of Argentina’s most famous attractions: a steak. Probably the third best steak of my life, and that list includes Morton’s. I ate at a little restaurant, Danila, near my hostel downtown. Had a little bottle of Argentinian wine with it. The steak is so…tender is not even the word for it…it’s like you’re biting into sinew-less meat. Like there was never any tension on all those fibers in that cow’s body. It’s soft and juicy and definitely worth all the hype. I read that Argentinians eat more than their weight in beef each year. A little gross to think about, but now I understand why.
Downtown is pretty with its flowering trees, fountains, parks, staues, and monuments. It boasts the world’s widest street, Avenida 9 de Julio. The traffic is not beautiful, but if you can deal with New York’s traffic and still like that city, it’s the same here. And it’s better in the neighborhood side streets. I’m taking a long walk today and am headed to the famous cemetery La Recoleta. The sun is shining, weather is sweet. Makes me want to move my walking feet.
November 15th, 2007
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