Saturday:

We woke up late since we had stayed out late the night before.  At this point we were set to plan our trip to Iguazu.  We went to Florida Street for our next walking tour but saw a travel agency.  Jon wanted to plan the trip immediately so we went into the agency.  The prices to Iguazu were about twice as expensive as Jon had said, but no big deal.  The guy who was giving us the prices had been to Iguazu and was not shy about telling us.  He had gone the week before and started showing us every picture that he had taken there.  It just wasn’t interesting in the slightest.  It was almost like a game between Jon and Dash to see who could last longest before telling him that we were in a rush.  Eventually, he stopped showing us pictures.  We were about to pay for the tickets with a credit card but for some reason it cost way more that way than it would for cash.  Being cheap and Jewish-like, we went out to the ATM and got money to pay for it.  The major question now was when to book the flight.  We could have gone in the afternoon like normal people, but Jon thought it would be fun to book a flight for 6 in the morning.  No big deal though, since it wasn’t like we were in a good city where it was fun to go out late.  Anyway, Dash threw a temper tantrum after the flights were booked for 6 am the next morning.

Lunch was late at Cabana Las Lilas, which was the place we were supposed to go the first night.  It was very good; another steak place.  This time the meat was undercooked.  We had them put it back on the grill to get it done a bit better.  Wine was delicious as well.

After a good steak and two bottles of wine, Dash calmed down enough to take a walking tour of the San Martin district.  Dash’s favorite walking tour of the entire trip.  He said something about liking the old buildings but every walking tour had old buildings so it wasn’t entirely clear what he was talking about.

We didn’t take a nap that day since we weren’t planning on staying out late.  For dinner, we went to a nice restaurant called Cluny.  It was in Palermo Vieja, and was also like a restaurant in Soho.  The couple next to us offered to help us translate the menu, as Jon's Spanish was not up to par on the intricacies of great food.  Jon kept trying and trying before asking for help.  Even after the help and the suggestions, which were completely not what we wanted, Jon continued to read the menu over and over.  When the waiter initially came over for the drink order, Dash tried to be cheap about the bottle of wine, but the waiter pointed out a wine that was much better.  Who were we to disagree?  Anyway, the wine was Dona Paula and was absolutely delicious.  Amazingly, Dash and Jon both agreed that it was about the best wine they had ever had. Dash also started babbling something about Dona being a great name and how he wouldn’t mind having a daughter named that.  A bottle of wine and an hour later, the waiter brought over an English menu.  Five seconds later, food was ordered.  Dash is eating some legs of some fish.  They were delicious.

The meal was delicious, but what really stood out was the dessert.  It was like pumpkin soufflé, except that it wasn’t pumpkin and it wasn’t soufflé. 

After getting done with the meal we didn’t want to go out late, but we also were in the mood to walk around a bit.  We happened upon a neighborhood promotion for Campari, where Campari had set up shop in a few cool stores in the 'hood and was serving free cocktails throughout the neighborhood.  Dash found a couple potential date candidates for the remainder of the trip.  Unfortunately, he wasn't able to decide which one he liked more so he decided not to hurt either one's feelings.  The first picture is one approaching Dash as we enter.  The second is later on after Dash dissed them.

Dash rediscovered his love for Campari and started downing cocktails like it was his job.  It was a nice stroll through the area and then back to the apartment to brace ourselves for the 5 am wake-up call.