The Slow Boat to Uruguay and the First Snow on Buenos Aires
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Well Iâ€™ve yet again failed to write for some time, but fortunately the past two weeks have made quite an impression on me, so I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve forgotten much. On Friday morning Hao, Erin, and I set out to board a Buquebus (a great name) ferry to
After three hours on the boat and passing through the most ridiculous immigration procedure I have ever seen (I ended up registered as Nicole Pfiffer, an Argentine male missing a digit from his passport number), we enjoyed our first taste of
Although severely depressed by my defeat, I somehow mustered the will to pick myself up and explore the neighborhood for another few hours before we decided to head out to the Plaza de los Torros, an old bullfighting ring that was heavily advertised in Coloniaâ€™s little tourist center. However, the good people at the tourist agency failed to mention that the ring is about a 20 minute bus trip out of town to a completely rural area with nothing else to see. After getting off the bus, we were truly impressed by the size and architecture of the old building, only to find that the entire area was closed off to the public. However, a large hole in the fence conveniently solved that problem and we took a quick spin around the place, which was pretty impressive on the inside.
Shortly thereafter we walked to our small guesthouse that was clean, friendly, and quiet, but also intensely cold. After watching an episode of Nightrider (El auto fantastico!) in Spanish and deciding that David Hastlehoff was indeed not enough to keep us warm at night, we went out to eat, ironically enough, at a small Mexican restaurant. We decided to return home soon after as the nightlife in Colonia was about what it is in Dunellen, and spent the night shivering away.
The next morning we headed out on our three hour and fortunately warm bus ride to
That night we met up with the five other students from our program and shared a room with them at a hostel where we ate a huge asado (barbecue) dinner that included amazing beef and possibly the worst wine I have ever tasted. We stuck around the hostel that night listening to amazing music and talking to a bunch of interesting travelers from all around the world (including three guys from Britain, a writer from LA, and an 18 year old girl who had spent the last year traveling the world by herself.)
We awoke before the crack of dawn the next morning to catch the bus back to Colonia, where we spent several painful hours freezing our asses off because everything including a museum housing the worldâ€™s largest collection of pencils was closed.
The day after our return, my family had a birthday party for Marcelo, which ended up being exceptionally enjoyable on account of, thatâ€™s right, snow! For the first time in 89 years, it snowed on