After the brutally hot bus ride from Buenos Aires to Cordoba, Kristie and I arrived at our hostel. We reserved a private room* and ended up with the equivalent of an apartment. Fine by us given our relatively small digs in BA. As we didn’t arrive until 11pm or so, we decided to decline the hostel’s offer for going out at 1:15am, and hit the sack.
Friday and Saturday included coffee, trying to visit a museum dedicated to citizens who disappeared during the 1970s at the time of Argentina’s dictatorship but was inexplicably closed both days, almost attending a Catholic concert at the cathedral on Friday night, walking through some parks that have seen better days, trying to avoid running into the mobs of people on the pedestrian streets and catching some Bond Skyfall action.
Looks like a cool park!
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