The Padres Take on Buenos Aires

My parents arrived in Buenos Aires early Saturday morning. They were exhausted from their 9 hour red eye and came home and took a nap. They told me that they didn't want to do anything on Saturday, but, f course they did. (by they, I mean my mom, who i forgot only has one speed, and that speed is "Director"). So we took an impromptu trip to downtown Buenos Aires.

First we went to a cafe down the street called Nucha, which they loved. We had Empanadas, bruchetta, steak sandwiches and, of course, WINE.


Then we walked through my neighborhood to their first subway adventure. I feel like this picture perfectly sums up the our relative touristing habits. My mom, enthusiastic, me, faking entusiasm, my dad, constantly taking pictures.


Of course, my dad is taking pictures of me. I'm trying to tell him and we're going to get robbed if we keep looking like tourists.


I decided to give my parents the real Buenos Aires experience by taking them on the subte.


We went to the Obelisco, where my dad was the eternal tourist.




Thanks, Dad.


Mom, getting her shop on. Of course, I was her official translator. More than once I had to let her know, nicely, that I was, in fact, NOT her employee. :)




If you didn't notice, I was ready to kill everyone. Yay!

More coming tonight. Oh, yesterday was a doozy.