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Shopping in Galeria Pacifico - muy fancy!

After 2 months travelling through South America, I really haven't picked up many souvenirs.  Partly because I've wanted to travel light, and partly because souvenirs (at least in the little trinket form) seem to just sit in a box or maybe a shelf at home and don't hold a lot of sentimental value.

Don't get me wrong, I have bought a few things from street vendors.  And I have picked up some non-traditional souvenirs that DO have sentimental value - or will at least give me a tangible evidence to a memory of where I've been and what I've done - a rock from Torres del Paine, a sea shell from H Island off the coast of Ushuaia, etc.  You may or may not see some of these on the shelf in my living room at home.

Same pic, different exposure.

Inspired by Adam and his purchases, I also wanted something functional that I could take home from this trip of a lifetime. 

For whatever reason, I decided on a leather jacket.  I know nothing about leather.  I've never had a leather jacket.  I don't know a lot about fashion or what's cool.  And I'm in a foreign country.  So shopping for a leather jacket in Buenos Aires should be interesting.

I set out today - my last day in South America - with the goal of buying a leather jacket.  I hit Florida Street first, visiting several stores and trying on many different jackets.  As I progressed from store to store, I took photos of jackets I liked and collected business cards of the stores selling those jackets.

The mall is still decked out for Christmas!
  Hopefully by the end of the day I'd be able to decide on my favorite jacket, and more importantly re-locate the store where I saw it.

Florida Street offerings seemed promising, but I wanted to check out Palermo, too.  So I hopped the metro over there.  After walking around the streets and hitting a couple of stores, I really didn't see anything I liked.  At least not as much as what I saw on Florida Street.   I did see a Diesel jeans store - and was very tempted to change my purchase focus - but quickly decided Argentina was probably known more for leather than for jeans.  And the Diesel prices were not really much different than the States. 

On my walk through Palermo, I stopped at La Cabrera restaurant and made reservations for 1 for dinner tonight at 8:45pm.

I stopped in this joint for a CHEAP choripan and soda. Choripan is a sausage sandwich which you then load up with chimichurri sauce. Mmmm.
  Outdoor table please, away from gasoline smells.  This was truly my last night in South America, so I again wanted a reliably good feast of meat and wine.

One of the salespeople in Palermo pointed me in the direction of some other cluster of Leather stores, about 20 blocks away.  With his rough directions in my head, I set out on the goose chase.  A long walk, but I actually did find the stores he was referring to.  Unfortunately, the quality, styles, and prices just weren't what I was looking for. 

By this time, it was about 6pm.  I needed to make a decision, buy a jacket, get back to Tres Sargentos to shower, and get to my dinner date with myself.

I metro'd back to Florida Street, and found the store that was offering the jacket I liked best.

Leather jacket I was considering buying... Did I buy it?
  One visa swipe later, the jacket was mine. 

On my way back to Tres Sargentos, I walked past a store that had one of my other favorite jackets.  Just my luck, the sales guys saw me with my big old bag from another store and wanted to see what I'd bought.  And of course, they said - "Oh, you bought THAT?  That will give you trouble in rain.  It will be hard to clean.  ...blah, blah, blah..."   Oh well, we'll see...

After dropping off my stash and showering, I cabbed over to La Cabrera, just making my 8:45pm reservation.  It was a bit depressing walking up to my table - passing couples and families settled in for a nice dinner.   And at the end of the row, there was my table... bread basket, water and wine glass, candle burning, and place setting.

Oooh, tempted by the Diesel jeans store. But the $300 per pair price tag didn't seem that much cheaper than the U.S.
...for one.  Ah, such is life.

I didn't let the prices or fact that I couldn't take leftovers bother me - I ordered up a storm.  A bottle of wine, a big salad, and a HUGE piece of steak.  Wow.  See the picture, but I don't think it really does it justice.   Service and food was great, so I enjoyed my two hour dinner.  But I had to pass on coffee and dessert.  Just no room.

After dinner, I headed back to Cronicos Bar for an after dinner drink.  What can I say, I like the casual nature of the place as well as it's location - one of several bar/restaurants that make up a very happening circular plaza in Palermo.  However, tonight was the notoriously quiet or tranquilo Monday evening, so not a lot was going on.

But mid-drink, I thought I should at least check out one other area - so I grabbed a cab to La Canita (a sub-barrio of Palermo, I think) where Adam and I had spent a night at Soul Bar and Jackie O.

My "last supper" at La Cabrera. The solo place setting was all ready for me when I arrived at 9:00pm.
  I wanted make sure I wasn't missing anything at this other cool part of town.  But a quick walk around La Canita proved that it was indeed a muy tranquilo Monday...

I cabbed back to Cronicos to settle in for a final final.  I wound up talking to Anna, Irina, and Franco who were sitting next to me.  Anna and Irina are from Buenos Aires, but Irina has been living in London for 8 years, so her English is excellent.  She is here visiting Anna.  Franco, I guess, is like a street kid - I mean, he lives on the streets.  At least that's what he claimed.  At 15 years old, he wasn't even supposed to be in the bar; but since the bar kinda spills out onto the sidewalk, I guess it was ok for him to hang out there.  He didn't know Anna and Irinia before tonight, but somehow had started talking to them.

A bottle of Malbec, all for me.
  Anyway, I bought him a Coca Cola and the girls a drink, and we chatted for a bit. 

Before long, though, the night was over - the girls caught a cab, I caught a cab, and Franco...well, I'm not sure where he went.  Maybe he just laid down and went to sleep.

I went to sleep realizing my trip through South America was essentially over.  Tomorrow I board a plane to Panama. 

Hasta luego sudamerica!

 

 

 

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