There be dragons?
We arrived in Buenos Aires yesterday and though we'd taken separate flights, we managed to find each other at the rather odd hostel Elizabeth booked online. I had some trouble opening the massive doors with the skeleton key at first, but we've since improved our 19th-century locksmith skills. After sleeping for much of the day -- partly jet lag, partly the fact that when our room doors are closed, we're in a 25-foot tall crypt, complete with brick ceiling -- we ventured out to explore.
Cobble-stoned street in San Telmo, where restaurants started opening at 8 pm but people probably didn't arrive until 10...
Vulture gargoyles overhead
Some caryatids with impressive musculature but understandably bad posture
The massive Avenida de 9 Julio -- 7 lanes each way, making us feel like yokels
I originally wanted to order an "eye and cheese" sandwich but Elizabeth informed me that egg is huevo, not ojo. Ahem.
Contemplating the Argentinian beach cam on local TV
One benefit of being south of the equator: we're back in summer, and it stays light here until well after 8 pm! We haven't seen the Southern Cross yet but will keep an eye out.
And of course, the all-important one: the flush. In the name of science, Elizabeth just went to investigate which direction it goes, but another of the quaint attributes of this hostel is a pull-chain toilet, so apparently it was more like a small unidirectional tsunami than a swirl. Will have to investigate elsewhere.
Off to drink coffee in an effort to make it to what is reportedly the normal dinner time here: 11 pm.
Tales of tango and mate to follow.
