For Judy’s birthday on Wednesday, we visited a couple of museums. One had a Van Gogh, Monets, and other French Impressionists—impressive. That night we hit the big time, a restaurant called Don Julio on Guatemala Ave, very elegant and overbooked every night. Fortunately, being hungry, tired Americans, we arrived at 7 p.m. (before the place even opened), so we got the pick of the tables. By 8 p.m. there were crowds trying to secure a place.
Today, Thursday, we had booked a trip 130 kilometers outside the city to an estancia, a ranch with more big, thick steaks of grass-fed beef and more excellent Malbec wine, but this time with horses and gauchos looking on. The estate, modeled after a French castle, was impressive with lots of horses. Tom and I chose bicycles and found the swimming pool. Judy sketched by the lawns. We found small hawks and lovely, well-fed dogs: a collie, a black lab, a yellow lab, and an active terrier, all sweet and well behaved.
After dinner the folkloric dancing was fun, they grabbed me, then Tom, I have the photos to prove it. The day was sunny and hot while it rained all day in the city.