San Telmo

Sunday morning started a little late with mass at a nearby church. Somehow I was asked to help with the collection. Though feeling totally foreign I followed the other ladies with my red cloth net and went up and down the pews. I appreciated the songbooks, which don´t seem to exist in Spain.

Sunday I was told was the day to visit the Plaza Dorrego market in the San Telmo. At first my walk from the subte station seemed a little sketchy, and then I found the square packed with antique stands. I wandered a bit enjoying the people milling about. I then planned to walk to the Centre in hopes of finding a tourism office that was open. For some reason I walked the wrong way on the Defensa street. I soon found myself in the Lezama park with a big flea market and away from the tourist crowd. I wandered a bit and stopped to use the washroom. A man collected coins as he cleaned the seats of the four porta-potties set up in the middle of the park. I found the whole idea a little funny, but the man was quite friendly. I really enjoy being able to speak to everyone. I try to use the ´vos´ instead of ´tu´ and occasionally slip in ´ch/j´ sound for my ´ll´.

When I realized I was lost I hopped on a bus that had Plaza de Mayo listed as one of its stops. I was suddenly whisked from the quiet neighbourhood to streets packed with souvenir stands. I finally found a tourism office. I took in an Acapella concert they recommended by the Obelisk for the start of Semana del arte. Then back to the B&B for a short nap I set out again for the outdoor Milonga at la Glorieta.