Market and Margaritas

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The cathedral at San Isidro.
     Well I'm legitimately making an effort to actually keep up with this journal, a definite improvement over my other trips. However, I do realize that for anyone else reading this blog, writing every other day may provide a little too much detail about my trip, so I will try to keep it short and sweet.  Yesterday I woke up and decided to take a walk to the market at San Isidro, a historic and beautiful town right next to mine. I first met up with Vanessa and we then strolled along to Lumumba's house, stopping in the "really huge supermarket" (about the size of a Walgreen's) where I was intrigued to find that wine is sold in juice box like containers right in the aisle, just in case you need to start the kids young.
Enjoying coffee at a small cafe in San Isidro.
  Tempted as we were, we passed on the classy refreshments and headed  on, genuinely enjoying the wide boulevards and ivy covered homes that made  us feel as if we were either on the set of a movie, or spending a fortune to go antiquing on Martha's Vineyard, not simply walking around a somewhat middleclass neighborhood. After meeting up with Lumumba, we enjoyed coffee at a beautiful square where a band was playing traditional Argentine songs and headed on to the market,  an eclectic mix of artisans peddling everything from Storm Troopers crafted out of springs to hand sewn clothing. Our experience at the market was made all the better by the views it afforded of the Cathedral of San Isidro, a strikingly beautiful building that would surely attract multitudes of visitors in the United States but simply serves as another church in Argentina.
Our dog Jacinto, with the head of the Beagle and the body of a hot dog.
  After peeking inside, we eventually meandered back to my house, where Marieli and Marcelo had invited the entire family over to enjoy tea, and of course, an array of delectable treats.

At night Cara and I met up to go out on the town, but were disappointed to find that it was the one night Buenos Aires closed early. It turns out that Argentinians love to drink so much and stay out so late, that the bars are not allowed to be open during elections in fear that the better part of the population will cast their vote under the influence of more than political propaganda. However, because the elections only affected the capitol city itself we were able to stick around town and wander into a few bars. We first enjoyed pineapple margaritas at an extremely upscale Thai cafe and after about an hour of attempting to find another place, wandered into a bar/internet cafe where we sat sipping on Pina Coladas until five am. We met two local guys who helped us call a taxi at about 5:15 and were taken aback by their helpfulness and kindness, not to mention the fact that the place was still packed at that hour of the morning. After arriving home safely (the cab driver actually waited as I fumbled with nearly ancient keys to make sure that I got in okay) I crawled into bed convinced that Argentinians really have the most fun of anyone in the world.
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The cathedral at San Isidro.
The cathedral at San Isidro.
Enjoying coffee at a small cafe in…
Enjoying coffee at a small cafe i…
Our dog Jacinto, with the head of …
Our dog Jacinto, with the head of…
My host dad (the goofy one) and Ma…
My host dad (the goofy one) and M…
Mi casa!
Mi casa!
La banda in the plaza.
La banda in the plaza.
The view from the plaza at San Isi…
The view from the plaza at San Is…
An ivy covered hut with an old man…
An ivy covered hut with an old ma…