Day 163: Buenos Aires

I have to day to myself in Buenos Aires and the weather is a bit spotty. I headed out to a park that is a block away from my hotel and cracked open my book under some shade. I went over to these massive trees where, years ago, some friends and I carved our names into the branches. The engravings were barely visible, I am surprised they have made it this long. I ended up hanging out in the park as long as the weather permitted. 

Late that night I grabbed some lunch. Wondering why I was the only person in the restaurant at 7:30pm, I realized that I was in South America and the culture is to eat late at night; typical tourist.

(Sun setting over downtown Buenos Aires)