The Argentines are a kind people. Every encounter I’ve had with one usually ended with a warm ciao, hasta luego or adios. There have been maybe only one or two exceptions to this. I mention this because I was, at first, very apprehensive about leaving our bags in the hostel. To those unfamiliar, hostels are generally small and make just enough money to get buy. Charity is not a profitable field. However, when I asked what to do with our bags and how long we can leave them there, the response was “of course you can leave them here…a day, a week, a month, as long as you like.” Now I know this may appear to be just one example and is insufficient to judge a people. But I am making such a claim about
And not only were people kind to us for our tenure in the country, but curious to learn more about us. I was always asked where I’m from in the States. To avoid confusion, I always counter with a sharp Nueva York. And everyone has had some sort of commentary about the Big Apple, be it its size, fame or just plain greatness. This is not a lie either. I was born in
We left the hostel at about 10:30 and Steven and I had the whole day in front of us (12 hours until our bus would leave for
We visited the city’s first cathedral (under renovations) and it was fantastic. Several of the country’s influential idealists, religious figures and politicians were buried in the floor of the cathedral. Keeping up with the Catholic theme our day had started us with, we pressed toward an old Jesuit crypt, one of the few attractions open that day. We first mistook the entrance for a subway station. Descending the stairs under Avenida Colón (a major avenue for Córdoba) we were met with a very enthusiastic young woman named Marissa. She implored that any questions be directed to her.
We explored the minute burial chamber and twenty minutes later (and ready to leave) Marissa asked if we would like a tour. She very passionately explained the history of the crypt, its possession passing from the Jesuits to the Bedlamites, to private use and then lost in time for 60 years. It was rediscovered by
We proceeded to the Jesuit block that included another church, a monastery and the first university. The Jesuits, despite their expulsion in 1767, still maintain a strong influence on the city. The university is still in use and teaches a variety of humanities. We broke away form our catholic theme for the day and visited a museum that was open. It was the best preserved historic site in the city, called Sobremonte. It had many artifacts from pre-conquistador eras to the colonial time and into the late 19th century.
We walked through the entire city to get a good look at her. For a small city, Córdoba maintains a good crowd and is very busy. We came across Parque Sarmiento and stopped for lunch. Afterwards we made it to Steven’s beloved attraction; the zoo. We spent nearly two and a half hours in the facility. There was nothing special about this zoo, except for its endemic exhibits which featured many animals for the Amazon as well. We exhausted ourselves in that zoo. Pushing forward, we went to Buen Pastor for a beer and to recharge our over worn batteries. We still had five and a half hours to kill.
Steve on a snake.
We made our way back to the familiar Plaza de San Martín and shopped for a long time. I finally found my long lost Che hat. I had been searching for one since I had arrived. We wandered around for a bit and due to my famous navigational skills we found ourselves on the outskirts of the city. We took a break in a small square, gathered our bearings and made our way back to the main plaza. We located a small restaurant and indulged in a much needed meal. I sampled some gnocchi, to see whether
After dinner we got back to the hostel, retrieved our bags and caught a taxi to the bus station. The driver was of bad humor and was our first negative Argentine of the trip. I’m on the bus now, and while I’m writing this I can see Córdoba in the rearview mirror. I’m sad to be leaving her so soon. Now, there is only darkness and our future in
Sculpture at Paseo del Buen Pastor.
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