The national Argentinian Cemetary - much like Arlington in DC - however many famous political and war heroes are buried here. Including Eva Peron. You can get lost among the rows of moseleum/chapel type memorials. It was quite incredible.
Here's a view of Buenos Aires from our hotel room. It's one big city.
Jonathan, Shawna and Tommy in front of a government building in B.A. In the musical/movie "Evita" Madonna sang "Don't Cry for me Argentina" out of the top window.
SO...Argentina...ahhhh. Cafe con leche, steaks, wine, a luxurious hotel, Spring time, generous, beautiful people, and family memories to last a lifetime....oh, and did I mention the exchange rate is in our favor? It truly was a whirlwind weekend, well worth the effort to make it happen. Sept. 30th my (Shawna's) dad triumphantly retired from AA after 29 years of service. Our family flew down to Buenos Aires with him on his last trip to celebrate this lifetime acheivement. We stayed in the Intercontinental (the AA crew hotel) where we experienced the finest hospitality and generosity. On their own initiative they threw a cocktail party out on the veranda in honor of dad's retirement. It was beautifully decorated and well-supplied with yummy appetizers, wine and beverages. They even had a pianist and amazing vocalist for the evening. Unbelievable. We then went to a great steak place (Argentina is known for it's delectable tenderloin and such. Best piece of steak I've ever put in my mouth, honestly.) Dad had gotten to know the waitstaff at this restaurant over his time spent in B.A., so it was especially memorable with their warm, service and attention to every detail. More like dining with friends that we had never met. We spent the days meandering the streets, stopping frequently at little cafes, and doing some shopping. I found myself very thankful for taxis and the little Spanish we know. There's so much more to tell, but the story culminates when we all got first class on the way home on Dad's last flight into Miami. Upon arrival, the entire first class cabin serenaded him on kazoos and my brothers, Chrissy, Margo and I wore leis to celebrate. It was an amazing weekend. Where were Micah and Greg, you ask?? Unfortunately, they were unable to make it due to expired (and in Micah's case, nonexistent) passports :( We've got to fix that. Greg graciously watched the little guy at home for the weekend, while Mommy got away. A huge sacrifice I am most grateful for.
So...while this only skims the foam off the cafe con leche, it's hopefully a little more insight for those of you I haven't been able to fill in. My pictures from the weekend are lacking, so for better shots, you'll have to go to Jonathan and Chrissy's blog or ask my dad to send you what He and Margo have. Adios!
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