Showing posts with label La Plata. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Plata. Show all posts

Friday, September 4, 2009

Visiting home.

August 3, 2009

quilmesMonday was a travel day, and so thankfully uneventful. We got back to La Plata and picked up beer and empanadas for dinner. Martín came over for a bit, and we shared tales and brews.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Ooops! Lost day #1

July 11, 2009

Saturday we’d planned another action-packed day exploring Buenos Aires, however after our alarm clock went off at noon, we spent the next four hours hanging out in bed, talking.

Around 4, dying of hunger, we made our way to La Trattoria for lunch/dinner. And coffee! We passed back through the Feria de Plaza Italia (Plaza Italia’s artisan’s market), then continued working on our travel plans until midnight, when it was time to get started on meeting our daily beer-consumption quota.

Martín met us at Almendra (all my other friends seemed to have disappeared for the weekend), and we had some beers before turning in to catch ourselves some daylight hours in Buenos Aires the following day.

Monday, August 10, 2009

The beginning: Tammy's Arrival

July 9, 2009

Tammy arrived in Buenos Aires bright and early Thursday morning (Happy Birthday, Dad!). Although it was Argentina's Independence Day, all festivities had apparently died out several years prior (in 2000), and any small events were cancelled due to the swine flu outbreak, so we headed straight for La Plata. We lunched on crepes at Carlitos, then headed out to explore the city.

The streets were empty, due both to the holiday and the flu, which had put most the city on emergency vacation. But we enjoyed the Cathedral, some sunshine in Plaza Moreno, and I introduced her to Havanna and their alfajores.

The sun was setting and the air dipped toward freezing, so we went back to do a bit of planning and get Tammy unpacked. Martín had requested a ton of stuff from the US, so he stopped by to claim his binoculars, battery recharger, boots, calculator, memory card, and a bottle of perfume for his sister.
That night we had pizza at a place I'd been dying to try, then met Martín at Antares for some cerveza. Around 2 we called it a night and headed home in order to get an early start in Buenos Aires in the morning.