Taco Tuesday

Today is the 29th, Ñoqui Day, but it also Taco Tuesday, which as a Texan is far more important to celebrate. This is also my last post for a few days (or possibly ever if Elbie decides to steal my computer) as we are headed to Santiago, Chile tomorrow morning. Our flight leaves at 8:30 am and Jenny wants to leave for the airport at 5:30. That seems ridiculous, but whatever. Also, I seriously doubt our maid would steal my computer, but I will hide it just in case...

So today I went to the Evita Museum, which left me with no strong feelings toward Maria Eva Duarte de Peron. She seemed to do some good things with her leadership, but the museum shows both sides of her life. She is quite the controversial character. The bourgeoisies were not exactly her biggest fans. But I was able to snap a few photos sans flash before the guard told the French tourists, "No fotos." Ha, good thing I wasn't caught. I also had a fabulous veggie sandwich beforehand at El Bravo, the cafe across the street from Universidad de Palermo. That was after Jenny and I tried to get USD from the bank, which proved successful but the teller was quite confused that my debit card is issued to "Meg" whereas my passport says "Mary Margaret." Good thing I have made a habit of signing all legal documents as plain "Meg;" I was able to clear things up.

Anyway, the museum was fine. A nice indoor activity on such a chilly day. I debuted my burnt orange wool coat, which in retrospect seems to be a somewhat silly purchase as it is so blatantly burnt orange, but it was warm and I still like it, even if I will look overzealous in Austin.


So Taco Tuesday is a weekly event held at California Burrito Company on Lavalle, right off of Calle Florida in Microcentro. Tacos are only $3 pesos each and margaritas are 2/$18. The food is fresh and the margaritas are pretty good too. (Thank goodness for ex-pats who bring American food to Argentina.) Gillea works in the area, so Cici, Will and I make plans to meet her there around 6:30 pm. Shockingly, I get there early so I wander down Florida and watch a man play the guitar for tips as I wait for a text message from the others. We are pretty much the only people there since it is 7 pm and incredibly early for an Argentine dinner. That is just fine with me. We all get two tacos and two margaritas and enjoy the live music.

From there we head to a pub called Downtown Matias, where the others drink beer and I attempt to take mental inventory on what to pack. (Still haven't packed and my alarm is set for 4:30 am. That's in four hours. Cool.) When we leave this table of Puerto Ricans hit on Gillea. They follow us outside and try to bum cigarettes, then this one dude in an Inspector Gadget trench coat calls me "too skinny" and I can't decide whether I should be insulted or complemented. I'm pretty sure he meant it as an insult. Oh well, he was fat.