Tigre

Once again, the attendant on the way into Buenos Aires gave us a terrific travel tip and suggested we go to Tigre. The singing taxi driver on the way to the Retiro Train station was a contrast to the complaining taxista the day before. He was so excited that the Gringos were going to Tigre. His ad lib singing was really fun and great entertainment on the way to the Retiro station. The hour train ride was fun, north through the city all of the way to Tigre. Once there, we found the water taxis and had our introduction to life on the river. There was an entire culture of people that lived up here on the Parana river delta. Many of the homes were weekend getaways for the Buenos Aires well to do. Interspersed were regular people, living and working on the River Parana.

We to the water taxi, very large old wood motor launches right out of the African Queen, to a gourmet restaurant called Gato Blanco. The rain was stronger, but the timing was perfect as we were comfortable inside with only a few other people on this rainy Saturday. Frank Sinatra was on the juke box, the food was delicious and the whole experience was quite delightful with flocks of Parrots flying across the River Parana.

These river dwellers were served by the water taxis. One simply flags one down when you want to head into town. There were motorboaters, waterskiers, jet skiers, all enjoying Saturday on the River.

After lunch we headed back into town on the water taxi to check out the Puerto de Frutos Marketplace. After a full day in Tigre, we headed back into Buenos Aires.

We went to another famous Milonga to meet Cherrie and Ruben and their students. Everyone was dancing the Tango. We were late to the dance but enjoyed watching the variety of tango-ers. This was a very different vibe and clientele than the Cathederal Milonga. It was a large, well lit Milonga. Most of the dancers were good, and could handle the basic steps. Joanna danced with a couple of guys including the instructor and looked good out there. I enjoyed watching and the conversation at the table.

A couple of phone calls later and we meet up with Karla at her house for the usual 10:30 PM dinner. We walked around the corner to a nice restaurant that was packed of course with all ages eating their 11 PM dinner – Cena.