Beautiful Cordoba

After an almost life changing experience at the church, (maybe that is a little strong) I decided to really look around the city of Cordoba so I took a walk ...... for 5 hrs.

I must say that even though it is a little rough around the edges with the modern buildings ruining the beauty of the old buildings it really is a magnificent city.  Despite the serious lack of TLC these historic buildings have had they are still wonderful.  I just wish that Dad could see this city; someone that I know would be able to understand it and appreciate it so much more than I do.  The colonialist style is prominent here, with every other building being from this period.  Even my hotel which is not in the best condition is beautiful in its own way, with marble staircases, iron banisters and an open roof patio surrounded by the rooms with wooden shutters, great place to get ideas from. 

I do wondered, seen as English people struggle with my English whether they are just pretending to understand what I am saying) ("eyebrow up with thoughtful look on her face").

In-between gazing at these marvellous buildings I visited the Museum of the Cathedral where I saw some dark but powerful relics and also found out that the Cathedral took 200 years to build, hence the different styles of the building.

I also took a trip to the Zoo, which was brilliant and very big but I am still now sure about zoos and the animals not being in their natural habitat.  It was only when I saw my first elephant, and Dumbo’s mother shaking her head like Paddy (our dog) does sometimes that I vowed never to go to a zoo again.  Don't get me wrong these animals did not look like they were being poorly treated but they just looked lonely. 

So after I had worn my feet down to stubs (please no offense meant) I decided that it might be a good idea to take a load off.  In doing so I was invited out by a lovely Argentine lad (don't worry no weddings, just a friend) to go out that evening for a drink and I accepted.

I had only seen Cordoba during the day so it was nice to be able to see the lively student filled city at night and with a very reliable lad called Nacho.  He took me to this trendy 80's bar, Elizabeth you would had loved it, think trendy though not Malia style ha, although that was good in its own way.  My English had to go back to one word sentences (extremely difficult as more than one word makes a sentence but I managed it!) despite this we got along fine, I would have to slow down and explain words but his English was very good, (but I do wondered, seen as English people struggle with my English whether they are just pretending to understand what I am saying) ("eyebrow up with thoughtful look on her face"). 

Anyway, we had a beer and a good laugh.  He is studying Psychology at the University, can juggle with fire, play the guitar and snowboard very well so I measured up good against him.  I have found that here in Argentina, the students are particularly cultured and accomplished in many things, extremely knowledgeable and passionate.  And also apparently quite romantic, (now now, read on and don’t get the wrong impression), the 80s music died and the reading of poetry started, one person even played the guitar while reading.  Quite good actually, moving.  This was not all, not to be out done by the poets a couple of musicians jumped on the stage and started to play the saxophone, very good I might add, right up your street Matthew.

So it was a wonderful end to an eventful day.  I have decided to go to Buenos Aires tonight, despite Nachos objections.  I have already been invited to a BBQ with Christina and I haven't even arrived yet.  So lucky!