Today, I met up with Kragen and Bea Sitaker. They are both working their way around South America for a year-long trip of exploration. I know them through Kennita, and Erica, and a whole lot of other friends of mine … they seem to cross my social circle quite a bit .. and now they are even crossing my travel plans!
In any case, I met up with them at the apartment they are renting off of Calle Independencia, not too far away from Calle Florida (Of which I spoke so highly of yesterday.) So, it’s a natural to suggest that we all walk over there, and enjoy lunch at (where else?) Cafe Richmond! Continue reading “Argentina … Day 3”
What a DAY
It was a whirlwind your of the city, from the blocks around my grandmothers house with my father. Then on through to the biochemistry institute where he’s collaborating here, then onwards via the subway to all points in the city! Calle Florida is a long, long pedestrian mall street where everything can be bought and sold. Harrod’s of london is there, so is Burberry, and any other number of shops.
Fourteen million people live in and around Buenos Aires, it’s a HUGE metropolitan city. This street reflects that, with thousands of people milling through from one end to the other.
My dad and I stopped at the famous Richmond Cafe (Florida 460), a beautiful 1920’s era restaurant all done in wood paneling, for lunch. At 3pm. You have to admire the love these people have for eating late, and not doing ‘fast food.’ I had an absolutely yummy lomo (Filet Mignon) sandwich, and my dad had a chicken/veggie crepe. Finish it all off with some of the best sparkling mineral water and a good beer.
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So, it’s time to start a new day. It’s a gorgeous, sunny day in Bs.As. and I think I’ll explore some of the area directly around my grandmother’s apartment today.
On Saturday I hopped on the noon flight from SFO to Atlanta, and from Atlanta to Buenos Aires .. Aaaaaargentina. It’s one heck of a trip .. four and a half hours from SFO to ATL, then an hour between flights, and then another nine and a half hours to Argentina. Oddly enough, I’m not all that tired, even considering how much flying I’ve done.
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