Today we didn’t have anything planned until 2pm, so we got to sleep in and eat the free hotel breakfast! It doesn’t do any good to pick out a hotel with free breakfast if you have to leave every day before it starts. Yesterday was Uruguay and tomorrow is the airport.

We spent the morning wandering around the area near our hotel, helping our friend get to the ferry terminal, and eating lunch.

While we were taking pictures of the Obelisk, I found a Dollar! Yes a very crispy, yet folded in half, George Washington. This trip is starting to pay for itself!

We decided we were going to try an empanada place that had tons of empanadas in the window. We went in and decided to sit at a table in the back rather than stand in the front bar area. (This is common here just like some places in Spain) Anyways we sat down, opened the menu, and couldn’t find any empanadas. It was all pizza. Page after page of pizza. Pizza is very common and popular in Argentina because of the large number of Italian immigrants (I think about the same time that Italians were also immigrating to the US). We decided to go for a Fuggazza with ham and cheese. We asked what it was, and the waiter pointed it out on someone’s table and told us it was onions, ham, and cheese. Sounds interesting and delicious. thetwinsontour like to try new things that are interesting and delicious. They brought out our pizza, and it looked like a culinary delight. Then we each grabbed a slice, and there was cheese everywhere. Everything goes better with cheese, but this was like a lifetime supply of mozzarella– all shoved into one grande pizza. The first slice was yummy, but I didn’t even try to eat any of the oozey cheese that was dripping onto my plate. Then I went for a second piece. Still tasty. Then, there was half a pizza left– 4 slices of magical mozzarella. And I just couldn’t eat another bite. The waiter asked if we wanted to take the leftovers with us, and all I could do was stare at that half a pizza with my mouth hanging open. Did I want it? hmm, we did have a minifridge in the hotel. But, when was I supposed to eat leftovers in Argentina?? After several seconds of hesitation, I said yes. I do hate for things to go to waste. But, as I walked out of the pizzeria, with half a pizza in my hands, that had to have weighed 10 pounds, I knew I was never going to eat it. So, you know what I did?? The very first homeless person I saw got my leftovers. There was a mother with 2 little kids huddled on the sidewalk– I said Señora, bent down to her level and handed her my pizza. She looked at me and said gracias. So, leftovers solved.

Then it was time for our panoramic city tour– we drove around town in a minibus– trying to take pictures of all the sights through the glare of the bus window. Fortunately we did get to get out and walk at a few of the locations. By far and away, the best place was La Caminata. This is old tenement housing that is painted in bright, bold, vibrant colors– almost on par with the twinsontour’s kitchen, which is lime green, lemon yellow, and turquoise– so gorgeous it makes me smile every time I sit down at my kitchen table. Unfortunately, I only had about 15 minutes here to snap my selfies, but it was enough to know that this neighborhood is my kindred spirit– at least when it comes to paint colors.

Next up was La Recoleta– the cemetery. This is one of the most famous sights in all of Buenos Aires– it is all aboveground mausoleums, some of which are hundreds of years old– and they are passed down through the generations. The value of the fancy ones can be up to 50,000 US dollars or more– if you can find someone willing to sale off their ancestral plot. Most notable of all this noteworthiness is that Evita Peron is buried here! (Evita– like in the movie with Madonna and Antonio Banderas– or the very first Broadway musical thetwinsontour ever saw because it was starring Ricky Martin).

We topped off our evening with a dinner and tango show spectacular with other girls from our boat– who we had befriended through the magic of Facebook. First we got a quick tango lesson– steps one and two were pretty easy to get, but when it came to steps three, four, five, six, seven, and eight–with a whole bunch of twisty, curvy, back and forth nonsense, I knew my dreams of being a professional tango dancer were being ground to dust. We did at least get steak and a delicious dessert for dinner before the show. And the show! First there was a whole lot of tango dancers. then some musicians jamming out to tango music, and then some singing. Finally there was more dancing. but then there was more music. And then singing. And this went on and on and on. I didn’t think it would ever end, but 2 hours later, it finally did. It was nice– and a must do Argentinian activity, but really, it should be half as long as it was. Fortunately, the tango show was only 4 blocks from our hotel, which was great for us since we were walking back to our hotel after midnight.

That is all for Day 3!

love,

thetwinsontour

Ps, sorry no pictures included. We are several days behind (of course) and adding pictures seems to make our blog app crash.