So many rumors surrounded our arrival in Argentina’s capital city. We were told that strikes might prohibit our departure and that we would have to stay overnight (this would have been absolutely fine with me); that everything would be closed in protest; and that there might be no crew shore leave. As with most rumors, they began from kernel of truth, yet thankfully turned out to be false.
We started the day being told that we could not go ashore, and as it was embarkation day, everyone had to be back fairly early anyway, so we didn’t press it, but checked down at the gangway anyway before resigning into pajamas. At the last minute we were granted leave, so we hastily tracked down our friends and commenced our rushed tour of the city. Having been there before, I knew that we could tackle a couple of the big highlights with just one stop so we crammed into a cab and made our way to the Casa Rosada, or presidential ‘palace.’ This is the same building where Eva (or Evita) and Juan Peron governed Argentina in the 40s. From there we visited the church where San Martin’s remains lie, protected by armed guards. General Jose de San Martin was Argentina’s hero in the 1800s during their struggle for independence from Spain.
A failed attempt at meeting with one of my friends from a previous ship led us to Florida Avenue, a large pedestrian shopping street, where we turned off to check out the Obelisk of Buenos Aires. At over 200 feet in height, the Obelisk was completed in only 31 days in 1936 – impressive! Before calling it a day and heading back to the ship we indulged in some delicious cheese and onion empanadas – que rico! Although our day was extremely rushed, it felt so good to be back in one of my all-time favorite cities!