Hier matin on est parties déterminées pour notre dernière journée à Buenos aires, en sachant qu'on va vivre un jour forcément historique puisque c'est Independence Day et en plus le jour de la demi finale contre les Pays Bas. On a décidé de passer la journée à Palermo, le quartier jeune et branché de la ville, strictement guidées par les conseils fervents de Céline. La découverte du métro de la ville est renversante, puisque l'entre étant fermée, on est obligées de prendre l'escalator a l'envers. Après un petit coup d'adrénaline, on arrive à Palermo. A défaut de se retrouver en Sicile, on trouve que le quartier à des airs de Berlin ou même de New York. On commence notre balade par la visite des jardins japonais et d'un parc dans lequel il y'a des dizaines de gens en rollers et on meurt d'envie d'essayer.
Plus tard, on s'arrête pour déjeuner dans THE restaurant du barrio, Las Cabras. L'endroit est hyper sympa et on nous sert des plats gargantuesques, c'est à dire des steaks délicieux bien juicy et cuits à point (bife de lomo pour Capucine et Flora et bife de chorizo pour Cécile). On goûte aussi à la saucisse locale (chorizo) qui avait l'air plutôt quelconque mais qui s'est révélée parfaitement à notre goût.
Même si la plupart des magasins sont fermés à cause de Independence day, on ne résiste pas à faire un peu de shopping. On s'arrête aussi chez Freddo, un glacier dont on a entendu beaucoup de bien mais notre expérience ne se révèle pas si incroyable puisqu'on est jetées dehors par les serveuses qui avaient fermé boutique pour regarder le match, dans leur hâte elles nous ont même servi des glaces toutes petites!
On est littéralement les seules dans les rues, tout le monde est devant le match, et on est attentives au moindre cri qui pourrait nous faire savoir que l'Argentine a marqué!
Upon our return to the hostel we find every single back packer huddled in front of the screen in fierce anticipation of the goal to come. When Argentina finally won we were swept up in the general frenzy. Huge numbers of Argentinians, fanatic football fans or not, pooled around the obelisk on Avenida 9 de Julio, the atmosphere was charged and you could feel that national pride was flowing strong. Capucine who, in case you have forgotten is half German, was muttering under her breath and wanted to remind them that they haven't won anything YET. Thank goodness for our safety we managed to convince her that it was best to lie low for now!
Rather than getting lost in the crowd we headed out for dinner accompanied by our rather charming Norwegian roommates. As with most people we have met so far, they struggled to wrap their heads around our multiple nationalities and current cities. As they have been relatively noisy and have repeatedly come home very late and somewhat chemically enhanced, we jokingly broached the subject. They were very quick to place all the blame on the one who was absent; entertaining us with crazy stories about their past adventures.
Once back at the hostel Capucine felt it necessary to reassert her germaness by sporting the national costume: socks and sandals!
After a good nights sleep (we didn't even hear our roommates stumble into their beds!! Could our rant the day before have hit home? Or have we just grown accustomed to giggling, farts and snoring?) we got up early to run some final errands before our first 18 hour bus journey. Chocolate and rice cakes
were of course on the list!
We took the tube (legally this time) and arrived at the Retiro train station. So far so good. But where do we find out where our bus will arrive? After running back and forth between queues we finally narrowed it down to 10 different platforms. The infamous bus arrived 40 min late (needless to say we held up the stereotypical reputation of stressy French girls, enquiring endlessly after our missing bus). Luckily the journey got a lot better from then onwards. The very fatherly bus attendant quickly took us under his wing - his favourite activity was to see how gullible we were and - yes we did believe him when he told us the whole bus was complaining about our loud conversations or when he explained that the only reason we were given a snack was to silence us.
After many cookies we were all lulled to sleep by Pacific Rim playing on repeat.
Capucine, Flora and Cécile
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