As the Rasta insisted, 'Today is Friday. You cannot sleep. Positive vibrations.'
So Friday night we went out on the town, found a lovely plaza in the San Telmo area (fancy part of the capital city) and in this plaza a restaurant had set up many tables and chairs. Live accordian and guitar music filled the air and two women and one man danced tango and sang.
It was beautiful.
We were outside in the fresh air, we sat at a table (okay, only Bonnie ordered something in order to permit us to sit at a table).
Buenos Aires city has claim on the world's heritage for tango (or something like that).
And we stayed out until 3ish, and made it back to the house around 4am. I was tired. And still woke up early the next day...
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