Fun in Colonia del Sacramento - Updated!

Eric and I are currently waiting for our ferry to take us back to Buenos Aires, where we'll hop on a bus that leads to the famous wine region, Mendoza. We're mentally preparing ourselves for the sixteen hour bus ride ahead of us. On the bright side, that sure is a long time to sleep!

But back to where we left off. Eric and I headed out for coffee on Sunday evening and found out that Colonia del Sacramento can be quite busy in the evenings. I sipped coffee while Eric stared in amazement at the bizarre variety of cars that passed us by. And the scooters. The best part about the scooters was that some were holding entire families (literally: mom, dad and their three kids) or those who made sure to carry there mate and thermoses with them. The coffee was delicious, but according to Eric, it was the most expensive coffee in the whole world.
Note: This seems to be the appropriate time to inform everyone about just how crazy Eric can
be with money. It appears that he may actually experience a physical high when saving. This
has resulted in smaller and less frequent meals, choosing between water or lunch and searching
the ground for extra change. Times are tough.
On the way home we stumbled across a group of people playing large bongo drums in the street. The sound was intoxicating and we were mesmerized (I know that sounds really corny, but it's totally true). We stayed and watched them long enough to see them take off marching down the street, led by a group of dancers. Even back at the hostel later that night we could hear the sound of the drums getting closer and further as they made their way through the city.

Mom: Stop reading.

We were about to go to bed when Eric pointed out, “There's a police officer.... And there is one of our roommates with him.” Uh oh. We had no idea what was going on, just that the man we were sharing a room with (Adolfo) was being escorted home by the police. We hurried back into our room to see what he was doing, but quickly changed that plan we Eric was lucky enough to see him sitting on our other roommate's bed, naked! A few minutes later, the police officer went back to the room and Adolfo followed him out. We sat in the courtyard (talking to some adorable German boys) for a couple minutes before nervously going to bed. We found out later that Adolfo was mugged, robbed and beat up just a few blocks from our hostel. Phewww, what a relief.

Mom: Continue reading.

On Monday we finished exploring the city, took a break to play a giant game of chess (Eric won, but it must be noted that I was schooling him for the majority of the game) and stopped at a local store to buy groceries for dinner. We went back to our hostel and sauteed some veggies, made garlic bread and cooked some breaded meat (or milanesa). After a couple glasses of wine and a couple games of spades we were ready for bed!

Eric likes to be in charge of the camera, so I try and have a little fun when I get to be in control!

We've also begun rating our hostels. In case you were keeping track:
06 Central (Buenos Aires, Argentina):
Eric – 5
Laurel – 7
Hostel el Espanol (Colonia de Sacramento)
Eric – 5
Laurel – 7