At least we laugh?!?

We start our day with a walk down to the old port, the area known as Puerto Madero. Our sleep is still all confused and thus, so are we. Our morning didn't leave us much time to explore, but we got a little taste of the now gentrified port area and the " tango leg."





Highlights from Day Two of Spanish class:
*Jenn asking for "scrambled Thursday's" ("huevos" sounded quite similar to "jueves")

*Keir saying our teacher had 53 anuses instead of 53 years (años not anos). We were ALL crying at that one!!




In the restaurant where we go for dinner, we meet a kindly fellow from Montreal who encourages us to remain patient as we try to figure out "what next" (in the grand scheme of our life that is!).





(Yet another daily dose of one of BA's many churches!)