Sunday

I thought I was going to get some laundry done today, but Diana says the laundromat is closed on Sundays. So I've been wearing my business socks...

I went down to San Telmo, where they have an antique fair on Sundays. It was pretty touristy and not all that different from an American flea market. I had lunch there and worked my way toward the waterfront. Across this sweet bridge that swivels in the middle, they have a number of docks just inland, where I found some exotic cuisine. I believe one of them is pronounced Hoe-Tears, but the second one baffles me. Their crazy Native American words with T's next to G's...

I went out toward the ocean, which they call a river, since it's kind across a giant delta from Uruguay. There's an ecological reserve there, which I heard is built upon all of the scrap material from the city. I believe it. I don't know if you can see in the pictures, but the "beach" there is made up of discarded chunks of bricks and mortar. Anyways, you can't tell when you're walking around there, because it's covered in grasses and trees and birds. (On my way there I saw some wild parakeets eating raw meat. I didn't know parakeets ate steak; it weirded me out a little.)

I was kind of stuck in the ecological reserve a little. I walked in from one direction to check it out, and thought I could get back out wherever, but not so! So I swung over to the water front on the Eastern side, and then to the far end on the Northern side, where I thought I could get out, but not so! So then I walked all the way back to the Southern tip. Altogether I think I walked about 4 miles just in the reserve.

After I left, I saw some more sweet graffiti and made my way back to the apartment. Diana made some dinner, and I bought a bottle of the nicest wine at the grocery store for about $5.