Sunday morning. It's my last full day in Buenos Aires.
Sundays, the main street of San Telmo, La Defensa, is shut down to automobile traffic. Venders setup shop and create an outdoor bazaar. I head there when I wake up. There is not much to see, the typical trinkets, souvenirs, etc. And lots of stands selling old junk-- spoons, knives, telephones, etc. There's a stand that is selling CDs, 3 for AR$100. The woman is quite pushy, but even so, I am tempted. Among the CDs, some Buddha Bar collections, which run US$30 usually. Just one alone is worth it. There's also the new Daniel Melingo CD. I love Daniel Melingo. The musicality of his songs are very engaging. Alas, I have no cash on me. I had planned an ATM run later in the day, but in the name of minimizing consumption, I decided not to make that run.
I had plans with my friend Alu, so I head to Palermo. I get there on time, at 5PM. Then I wait around for 30 minutes, but she never shows. I finally check my email using my phone, and she had sent me a message earlier in the day, saying that she was sick. I hadn't read it because the internet had been down in my entire neighborhood. Movistar was giving me problems the night before-- I could text, but couldn't make or receive calls. Now I know what people mean when they bitch about Movistar. I head back and get read for the night.
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