Thanks to having a new disembarkation time of 7:55 we were
up early. Anna couldn’t resist one last
visit to the gym for an early morning workout.
I showered and went out for breakfast and a last walk around the
ship. Sort of saying goodbye to special
places but luckily I was also able to say goodbye to some special people. Marko, our evening drinks waiter, was also
the early morning al Baccio guy. He and
Wendy and Yanni were working. I got one
last Amaretto chai Latte and had breakfast.
I made sure to have not only fruit but also protein since it would be a
very long day. Up before five and my
flight isn’t until 11:00 p.m.!
We met up with Linda and Fred by 7:30 in the Concierge
waiting area in the Eclipse Theater.
Coffee and rolls were waiting for us to help kill time. We did not have to wait long though as by
7:40 they told us it was time to leave. Great, they were running ahead of
schedule.
As we exited Alejandro was at the top of the steps when we
beeped out for the last time. He was
holding an Antarctica flag but there was no time to get a photo as the line was
crushing forward. Part way down the long
zig-zagging ramp becoming stairs a lady a few people ahead of me fell. No one of the staff rushed to her aid but
those passengers by her helped her up and helped her down the stairs.
When I boarded the shuttle there was one seat left and
surprise! It was opposite Gary and Sue
Ann so we had one more chance to share an experience and to say good-bye. The shuttle for ships in Buenos Aires winds
outside of the terminal area and back into it.
About a ten minute ride. Once
inside the building we looked for bags lined up behind a sign with the number
ten. We didn’t see it at first.
There were still a lot of bags waiting with the #1 on them. There were just a lot of bags – but no tens. 12 came out and 13 and on up to the 28 we had turned in. We took turns trying to find out what was going on but the poor girls who worked for the port just knew that the ship kept saying they were on the way. We sent Dan and some others out through exit security to wait outside to find a place to sit. Then Linda went out to help keep track of everyone. She and I are able to text when out of the country because of our T-Mobile service so we could keep each other aware of what was going on. Linda met the tour bus and told Mercedes, from EJ who was going to be our guide today, that we were stuck waiting for our “luggages,” as Alejandro likes to call them. The bus arrived early and Linda brought them up to speed.
Bye again Sue Ann and Gary! Thanks for saving me a seat.
Well maybe speed is not the right word. We were still waiting. We started chanting, “Ten, Ten, Ten.” It began as a little joke but really
deteriorated into total frustration! The
cargo bay doors were being closed and still we waited. New signs were being put in place. Another ship’s bags were being brought
in. The signs were being changed to a
color coding method. Grey, Green,
Blue. Numbers were gone and still no
#10. We all had risen very early to meet the ship
requirements but waited more than an hour and a half for our bags to come out. Not the way to end a trip. Not a good last memory or last impression of
Celebrity Cruise Line.
We'll know for sure when the 10's come out.
My bags are easy to spot as Fred is pointing out to someone.
Sylvia just isn't sure what is going on and how long we will wait.
Luckily our airport transfer was scheduled with Enrichment
Journeys so there was no worry they would leave us. Young men placed our finally delivered bags
on the security belt to go through x-ray.
Once we finally had the luggage our exit was prompt and easy. We were relieved to be on the bus and
starting our final day in Buenos Aires.
Several weeks prior to the start of the trip I contacted both enrichment
Journeys and Online Vacation Center who booked it for us. There was nothing in the paperwork for the
last day.
I had known that we are expected to
vacate our cabins on the ship and leave it altogether early. It makes sense for the cruise lines because
they have to turn those cabins around and all the public areas in a matter of
just a few hours. Generally boarding of
new passengers begins by eleven a.m. Knowing that EJ had booked my flight for 11
at night I knew we had to plan something to do to fill the time. Anna and I had been trying to decide what to
book to fill the time but that would let us not be dragging our bags with us
all day long. I asked what they were planning. Before we scheduled
anything we luckily heard from our agent, Sabrina, that there would be a last
tour and transfer for the final day. I
probably had nothing to do with it but will take the credit for reminding them
that it was supposed to be an inclusive trip.
As it turned out they came through big time and the day was perfect once
our tour started!
Buenos Aires greeted us with sunny skies and warm breezes on
this last Sunday of the South American Marathon Journey. Both Mercedes
and the city smiled us into relaxing and enjoying this wonderful day. Our first
stop was in the Recoleta
district near the old cemetery. Here we
stopped into an old café where Don quickly made new friends.
We spent about 45 minutes in the square where
many of us browsed the Sunday Handicrafts Market. Anna and I skipped the market place and
explored the nearby buildings. Funny we
both went into the church before we realized we had visited on our day here
before. It is our Lady of Pilar. Looked different since last time we
approached it from the next door not from across the square.
The Arts center and theater next to it we didn’t even
see. Love how the outside lets you know
right away what is inside!
Never saw a pink Panera Bread before. So tempting but no time to have an iced tea
and a snack.
Of course there were dancers tangoing for their supper.
For a little while Anna and I just enjoyed the feeling of
solid land under our feet and sunshine on our shoulders.
Anna taking a selfie in the sun.
Back on the bus we continued our whirlwind
tour of all things making us feel like natives was the Sunday Flea Market in
San Telmo. We had driven through this district on our first
visit. That was a gloomy, overcast, and
then rainy day. This was the kind of
perfect SUNday for a relaxing day of Buenos Aires immersion. San Telmo is
the oldest neighborhood, barrio, of the city.
The streets are still cobblestone and the shops are filled with antiques. The main street is closed off on Sunday and
the square it leads to is filled with every kind of treasure hunt. The market has been held here every Sunday
for almost 50 years!
I checked this Starbucks to see if they had a Buenos Aires cup for Linda and Fred but they did not.
Street kiosk almost blends into the hotel.
The man in the hat wass singing along. Not sure if he was a manager or just enjoying the music.
I stumbled onto El Solar de French. check it out in the San Telmo link above.
Doors and door handles are always of interest to me.
Although they use a $ they mean Argentine Pesos. In this case about 51 cents U.S. each.
Then it was time to board the bus and head over to the Ateneo Bookstore. What a fabulous
repurposing of an old building. Hard to
believe that this theater was no longer being used for its original purpose.
But books are important in Argentina.
Electronics are expensive. You
won’t see people reading on their Kindles or listening to books on tape. No tablets in the hands of every kid. The VAT taxes and high base costs is a
reminder of why the airport in Miami is packed with Latin American
shoppers. Here in Buenos Aires a book is
a perfect gift. The morning we are
visiting there are lots of locals of all ages browsing and more importantly
buying hard cover books. The café is set
on the old stage and while people enjoy coffee and conversation they are also
just reading and enjoying the feeling of turning real paper pages. If I lived here I would be a regular! It would work because all the books on the
mezzanine level are in English!
Yes. That is Fred way up there trying to get my attention.
Linda and I settled to wait before boarding the bus on the
neatest bench. I had noticed them as we
had been driving around and wondered why quilted furniture was on the
street. The answer was simple. They are really metal and totally meant for
the out of doors, not next to your living room sofa! So cool!
But a bit startling when you first sit down and don’t sink into a comfy,
soft, padded seat.
Here they are scattered for purchase but mostly just one along the curb in front of a store.
On the move again we ready for some down time and our next
stop was perfect for that. Puerto Cristal in the ritzy Puerto Madero
district. We first we toured here with
Cintia, was it really only a couple of weeks ago? Cintia commented that this
very expensive old port area is super trendy.
I remember that she mention Puerto Cristal as the best and most
expensive place to say you had eaten. That
people will ask if you had dinner in Puerto Madero. You could say yes but eat at a food truck and
save money and they would think you ate at this super fancy place. I think now she was setting us up to be
impressed, and we were. It was a lovely
place. The only drawback is that it was
one very long table. We did have a
choice of steak, salmon, or a vegetarian dish.
Also a starter choice and dessert option. Red wine, white, soda, or iced tea. Teas and coffee at the end of the meal. Very, very nice menu. Great service, good food, I chose a very delicious
and perfectly cooked last steak of Argentina!
Linda, Don, Linda, Fred, Sylvia and Manny were my closest dinner
companions and, as always, were delightful.
The conversation was lively and covered a lot of topics from recapping
our favorite parts of the trip, chanting ‘ten’ again just for fun, and who was
going where next!
Of course we started with a sparkling wine toast!
Flan for dessert, of course.
Lunch was about two hours, yes, it didn’t seem that long,
but what a great way to kill an afternoon instead of waiting in an airport! The restaurant is right on the Rio de la
Plata in the old docks area. The resurrection
of this once derelict neighborhood has the makings of a real ‘rags to
riches’ story. The bridge was built in
honor of women and is supposed to remind one of a tango dancer. I was excited that we were going to stroll
along the river and then cross the famous pedestrian bridge. Another perfect experience as we mingled with
families also enjoying a beautiful day in this city with which I was falling in
love.
Empty warehouse saluting the Year of the Woman.
Boys on bikes and couples walking their dogs indicate a simple Sunday afternoon.
“Lulu’, you might remember that this is the nickname of our
favorite bus drive, Sergio, met us after a short wait and we continued on in
our search for the real BA. By real BA
keep in mind that I really mean the best tourist places that even locals
enjoy. Our last stop of the day was to
be back in La Boca. I was very happy
that my friends would be able to experience this on a sunny day. I had enjoyed it years ago on my first visit
but a couple weeks ago when we visited it was a gloomy, rainy day so not nearly
as much fun.
It took quite some time to make our way to the neighboring
district. The stadium for Boca Junior is
here. Big futbol, soccer, match
today. A semi-final in the Superclasico
and the streets were packed with yellow and blue! The rivalry
with the team known as River Plate is intense.
So much so that only fans of either team is allowed to attend a game in
the home stadium. So today was all blue
and yellow. No sign of red and white on
the street. The rivalry is so intense
that in Buenos Aires Coco Cola is not sold in red cans or with a red label on
the bottle! Yes, seriously. The labels and cans and signs are black and
white. We have nothing here that
compares to the ability to force Coke to change their labels, do we!
I wish the video could be imported here. The noise outside was raucous and we were joining right in. The team songs were playing on the bus radio and we were rockin'.
The colorful exteriors of Caminito La Boca are corrugated
metal or actual shiplap left over from shipping containers. Cargo ships used to
dock here. Well actually, because of the
shallowness of the river they would not actually dock but smaller boats would
go out to meet them and transfer the cargo to the land. The same process as in Puerto Madero where we
were earlier. The paint is also left over
from the ships. Now, of course, it may
be more modern but the tradition has taken firm hold. La Boca is now the artist district. Dancers perform with their hats or guitar
cases taking up the collections. It is a
very popular tourist stopover for short or long visits.
Notice the black and white coca Cola logos on the chairs they provide for the restaurants.
Even the newer buildings can not resist being part of the iconic colorfulness.
Time had come to begin the long drive to the Ezeiza
International Airport. I was so glad to
not be on the ship transfer which would have delivered us at 1:00. It was now after six and we all were in
plenty of time to check in for our flights home. Linda, Fred and I were dropped at Terminal A
to fly on delta for them and Aerolineas Argentina for me. I will end here for today as this is extremely
long already. But please know that my
day still had a long way to go! This was
a perfect ending to a picture-perfect visit to Argentina, Uruguay, and The Falklands. The feather in my cap was for sure Antarctica.
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