I have a minor Eva Peron obsession, so this was an important stop. It’s a small museum with some of her clothing (she is kind of Argentina’s Jackie O) and footage of her with her descamisados and giving speeches from the balcony of the Casa Rosada. It even has a gift shop complete with Eva Peron rubix cubes. Next stop…
Cold and rainy? Only have one functioning arm? I DON’T CARE! This ice cream place was recommended by multiple people and it was FANTASTIC! They even deliver styrofoam cartons of it via scooter. Awesome.
Final stop…the game.
This is the polar opposite of favorite. Fernet and coke is a popular drink here for both men and women. It tastes like….death. Mixed with coke. But, our new Argentinian friends (below) were all about it and bought me one…so I had to pretend to like it. Don’t ever get one, no matter what the locals tell you.
I don’t know why I didn’t look here first before getting my hair cut.
We spent much of the day yesterday at the Recoleta Cemetery. It is amazing.
A chopp is what they call a half liter of beer here…which isn’t really applicable to what I’m about to say, but maybe it subconsciously inspired me.
The other day, Jesus and I went to Club Creativo, a gay-friendly salon for a trim. On a whim, I decided to chop off my hair.
True story. Who knew you can go inside?