I couldn't tell whether the palour hanging over our heads that morning was from last night's doings, or from the thought of most of the gang leaving for Ann Arbor that afternoon. Huynh and I shopped for breakfast, and by noon we had all trekkers fed, packed and ready to head out into the city for one last hoorah. Most of the crew had last minute shopping to do, but not Jonghwan.
I remember him sitting across the breakfast table in his yellow rain jacket with a particularly determined look on his face, and then saying the words "I want to go to the ocean," before heading out. A part of me was a little worried about what he meant and what he was going to go do. He would have to eventually make do with a glimpse of the Rio de la Plata - BA was still relatively inland from the Indian Ocean.
Amrita, Hunyh, (memory fails me) and I made it out to Teatro Colon only to find the gods of English-language-tour-timing had forsaken us for the day. Huynh did make a valiant (if unknowing) attempt to break into theplace without paying for ticket, but didn't make it very far.
The find of the day was a little bakery outlet in the shopping streets close to Florida, where we were literally handing a steel dish to pick out any 15 pastries for 10 pesos. 15 for 10. What.. is wrong with these people?? So naturally we made out like a bunch of gluttonous bandits before we went on our way, snacking as we window shopped. Among the stuff we bought were a cellphone charger, scarves, alfajores, and sundry gifts for some lucky people back in the US.
Later that afternoon Amrita, Sawna, Hunyh and I bid almost tearful goodbyes to our 12 trekkers as their bus pulled away. That was okay though - another week and we'd be back in Ann Arbor with the lot of them.
Us 'parents' enjoyed a relatively peaceful dinner that night in the Las Canitas neighborhood at a place called Morelia, which specialized in pizza parilla style. Not bad at all. Great empanadas too. A fine bit of excitement occurred when Sawna discovered a fake 100 peso bill in her possession. The restaurant wouldn't take it of course. Smart little buggers.
I remember him sitting across the breakfast table in his yellow rain jacket with a particularly determined look on his face, and then saying the words "I want to go to the ocean," before heading out. A part of me was a little worried about what he meant and what he was going to go do. He would have to eventually make do with a glimpse of the Rio de la Plata - BA was still relatively inland from the Indian Ocean.
Amrita, Hunyh, (memory fails me) and I made it out to Teatro Colon only to find the gods of English-language-tour-timing had forsaken us for the day. Huynh did make a valiant (if unknowing) attempt to break into theplace without paying for ticket, but didn't make it very far.
The find of the day was a little bakery outlet in the shopping streets close to Florida, where we were literally handing a steel dish to pick out any 15 pastries for 10 pesos. 15 for 10. What.. is wrong with these people?? So naturally we made out like a bunch of gluttonous bandits before we went on our way, snacking as we window shopped. Among the stuff we bought were a cellphone charger, scarves, alfajores, and sundry gifts for some lucky people back in the US.Later that afternoon Amrita, Sawna, Hunyh and I bid almost tearful goodbyes to our 12 trekkers as their bus pulled away. That was okay though - another week and we'd be back in Ann Arbor with the lot of them.
Us 'parents' enjoyed a relatively peaceful dinner that night in the Las Canitas neighborhood at a place called Morelia, which specialized in pizza parilla style. Not bad at all. Great empanadas too. A fine bit of excitement occurred when Sawna discovered a fake 100 peso bill in her possession. The restaurant wouldn't take it of course. Smart little buggers.
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