Buenos Aires Beginnings
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September 22nd, 2007 – by: BrownSugarT86
We finally arrived to the hostel and said goodbye to our taxi driver. Once in the downtown I realized why people say Buenos Aires is so European looking. It really resembles a mix of Paris and New York City. We entered the building and took a fabulously vintage elevator (the kind that's cage-like and you have to close the door) to the top floor. We rang the bell and a rasta looking guy answered the door. We told him we had reservations and he let us in. We checked into our room and got a little tour of the place.
Sara's old roommate in Santiago, Eric, was now in Buenos Aires and because he is one of the coolest most unique people we've met... it was our goal to find him. We called him at his hostel and made date to meet later that day in Plaza Mayo. When we went to go meet him, it took awhile. During our search for Eric, we realized the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo were organizing on this very day.
We took the Sub-t to a rock festival that was going on in another part of the city and walked around for a bit. Eric seemed to be enjoying himself and even had to guts to say he liked Buenos Aires better than Santiago (what blasphemy!!).
After our dinner we got dressed to go find Eric. We new where his hostel was and which stop on the Sub-t to get off on so we figured we were golden... oh yet another assumption. We got off at the right stop but unfortunately went in the exact opposite direction of where we should have gone. We ended up wondering through Constitucion, one of the notoriously bad areas of Buenos Aires, and we could tell due to the random prositutes and sketchy guys we saw drinking on the corner, trying to get us to join them.
Finally, about an hour later, we made it to Eric's Hostel. But of course no one was there and we were stuck outside. We kept ringing the bell and no one was answering. Thankfully some people from the hostel had came home and when we asked for Eric, the directed us to a nearby club where most members of the Hostel still were. This time we found our way easily and got to the club. And there was Eric. After telling him why it took us so long to reach him, he felt pretty bad for leaving the hostel; he had thought we ditched him. We partied the night up, drank a bit and then headed back to Eric's hostel. We played some cards there and Eric and I had an interesting debate over who was the better rapper, Biggie or Tupac (and of course I won beacuse Tupac is clearly more talented). After a bit Sara and I were exhausted so we headed home and promised to go out with Eric again the next night.
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