The morning after my first and (as of now) only Argentine classic rock cover band. I woke up relatively early (for me) with the exciting thought of walking all the way back to mi barrio. At the time I was living downtown near the Congress Building and happened to be about an hour and half by foot from my delightful student residence. There was a lot experienced in the hour and a half. It started out with a slightly sketchy train track, then there were ample photo-opps of quaint Palermo Houses and finally (right before I gave up and hopped on the Subway(subte), I did a lap around a park overpopulated by stray cats and one too many random scents of urine.
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