Upfront, in case you are wondering why the last few days have been without pictures, I can easily explain. It is not that I have left the camera at home. It certainly is not because my index finger has a cramp. Rather, it is a simple matter of backing up the last months photos and getting them off the hard drive.
Until I do that, I am lacking on hard drive space. Photos and audiobooks taking up the majority of my hard drive. Ok, and a few games but it is really the photos.
So back to Buenos Aires. We left the hotel in plenty of time this morning to wander the city, see a few historical buildings, perhaps stop at a museum and buy stamps. That last one turned out to be impossible. Over the course of the morning we found seven different post offices all of which were closed. The signs on the doors clearly indicated that we were inside their Saturday opening hours but no go. So there I was, six postcards written and no way to mail them. That did not change for the rest of the day, just so you know. And lottery stores, internet locations and tobacco stands also do not sell stamps…
Following our march through miles of the city we headed for the rebuilt new port. A series of inner ports complete with a couple of very expensive ships, the important part was that they were lined with lovely looking restaurants. We found one that featured a luncheon buffet including salads, fish, meats grilled to order, grilled vegetables, sushi and desert. About two hours later we rolled out the door and walked past a number of bridges on the way to where George said we would find the Art Museum. It was a nice walk, unfortunately it matched the rest of the day (wrong direction). Walking back, it was actually easy to spot. Across the port section from where we had lunch and about 100 meters toward the water. Go figure.
Brad, Chere and I sat outside in a cafe and relaxed while George went to see a modern exhibit plus some Argentinian industrial design. The stroll back to the hotel included stops at one Galleria, a wine shop and an hour check at the Military Museum (open T->Th).
We all skipped dinner in favor of relaxing. I am already planning on what I will do the day we return to port. Leather jackets are featuring prominently in my fantasies.