This weekend we took a little beach break. The 3a.m. bus brought us to the beach at a bright and early 8:30 a.m. After stealing some of the hostel breakfast we plopped ourselves down on to the Atlantic sands. Exhausted from the night bus ride, we passed out on the beach. I reapplied sunscreen, but to no avail. I was burned everywhere, even my eyelids, thanks to my nap.
We suffered through our burns and managed to hit the town. At the club, one of the girls I was traveling with found herself a moto riding Argentine. The next night he took us to one of his favorite restaurants and almost tricked me into eating intestine and kidney. Luckliy I’m not easily fooled by strange looking meats.
Besides the sun hazards Mar del Plata is a magical place. It’s like Buenos Aires if it was cheaper, had a beach, and had nicer people. We all convinced ourselves that we should move there by the end of the weekend. Special shout out goes to the superb Italian Cannoli ice creams!
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