The flight across the Andes
Slice this city off this continent and set it somewhere in the middle of Europe and this place would simply belong. Which shouldn't really come as a surprise: most of the portenos come from the continent anyways.
That said, until you walk its streets, you cannot appreciate simply how grand this city actually is, and how long ago it started to take root.
We had intended (while planning the trip) to book an apartment in this city in place of a hotel. But we hadn't settled on one back in Toronto, and lethargy of gargantuan proportions had set in Santiago. So by the time we actually got around to contacting ByTArgentina, and selecting one of the many options, we were told that we had to leave a security deposit, and the full amount of the rental in USD, and cash no less.
We weren't carrying that kind of money, nor could we be bothered to arrange for it.
And so we ended up, yet again, at a hotel.
Which isn't all bad.
Room service. Dress down, Dress up, turn it all around service. The Garbz has learned a few things (from Mark) in this trip. The luxuries are well appreciated.
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