Shakira, crowds, trains, and a day off: Day 28

Best part of the day: a two-hour lunch right by the water in Tigre.

Worst part of the day: wishing really badly that I could have a slumber party with my sisters tonight.
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This morning A and I headed via subte and then train to Tigre. It was a holiday here, so there was a day off  work for everyone pretty much.
Tigre is a city to the north of Buenos Aires, about 45 minutes of travel, by train. The whole morning was cloudy with very rare moments of sunshine, and the whole day threatened rain. But it held off.
We arrived, found a boat tour, and got to see the area from the water for a while. It's kind of like Venice, in theory, because it is where the Rio de la Plata has its delta. But in appearance, it's much more verdant and rural. Lots of little houses on stilts, boats and jetskis and kayaks all around.
We were both quite hungry at this point, so when the boat stopped at Tres Bocas, a point on the island we'd been skirting, we got off and sat on the patio of the restaurant that overlooked and stood over the water. Spaghetti; red sauce for him, pesto for me. I do love pesto.
The thing with A is that he loves to talk. I am content to let him do so, and butt in pretty regularly with my own talkative inclination. It works out well! Except lunch becomes a two-hour affair! But that does not matter at all on a ferriado--a day off. :)
After lunch, we returned to the city center by boat. Once there, we sought out the Puerto de Frutos, a massive outdoor market of more or less everything. Very cool. Household decorations, jewelry, clothing, popcorn, fruit, furniture, pillows. All of it. Then, a bit tired, we sat down for a bit of a rest. Big plate of spaghetti leads to big post-lunch exhaustion! We proceeded to talk, about people, cultures, languages an goodness knows what else.
We headed back to the train station--there were so many people, I kept walking on them accidentally--and hopped on the train home. Our train car was one without seats, so people just sat on the floor. We had an interesting crowd, to be sure. Against the opposite wall from us sat a line of homosexual guys, dozing and resting heads on shoulders much as I was with A; for all of us, it was from exhaustion. What an odd sentiment it was to share that...but not exactly the same way.
We made the trip back safely, and took the subte to my area. Grabbed some coffee to refuel, and I came home. I keep eating dulce de leche. My gym days start tomorrow. No excuses. :)

I am going to attempt photo uploads! We shall see how this works...

Have a wonderful evening. :)