Killing time with a loud firecracker

So, I had to check out of Hotel Reina by 10 am. My bus to Cordoba does not leave until 11 pm. Checked my bags and decided to go exploring!

So far, I´ve been in a parade, a protest, and managed to place foot in dog poo.

Parade may have been an extension of the protest which veered of track and seemed happy.

The protest on the other hand had guys in hard hats, picketers, large signes, yelling, & guns going off (which may have just been loud-sounding color-less firecrackers, but they all sound the same in Argentina and it gives a more dramatic impression).

For the remainder of my hours on the streets, I plan on walking over to San Telmo, (google a map) from San Nicolas and maybe grabbing some ice cream. By the By, I was under the impression that we were entering fall here, and that it was going to be chilly...WRONG!

Feels like NYC in August...and please guess who lacked on putting deodorant on this morning. Fear not, ran back to the hotel, mid sweat, (and creating more sweat) and told the lovely desk lady ¨necesito obtiner una cosa de me bolsa¨ and quickly put some on. She seemed happy that I did so, considering I looked like a hot mess dragged here from America (Smily Face).

It is time, however, to grab some café and sit on a side walk and people watch. That should kill about 2 hours.

Oh, and about the foot-in-poo dilema (semi colon) my coordinator informed me that they do not clean up after their dogs, so this is all my fault. Who knew you were supposed to walk around the steaming pile of caca in the middle of the sidewalk. It might as well have had directions to get around it and perhaps a map too.

...I´ve since cleaned it on a wall near this computer!¨


Besos