Puerto Madero

He thought he was steering the ship.


We spent the day near the port, where they house two huge floating museums. Teague loved climbing downstairs to see the engines and tiny sleep quarters. Thankfully, climbing up to the crow's nest was off limits.

A cruise ship was also in port, and we heard several people speaking English, and saw a million Brazilians. Brazilians are easy to spot, because they're the only people (besides us) who have light colored hair and wear sunglasses around here.

The highlight of the day was finding a restaurant outside of America that gives free refills! This is the third time we've lived in a country where we feel drink deprived. At breakfast, oj is delivered in a shot glass, and any drink that's ordered, even if you say "biggest size you have," ends up being a child's size gulp. The water bottles we purchase here are actually smaller, too. We're perpetually thirsty.


The foot bridge is called "The Women's Bridge" and is supposed to resemble a couple doing the tango.

It was really cold today. So cold, in fact, that he willingly wore his coat and gloves. Shocking.

The other museum/boat and another couple smooching. Making out in public appears to be more popular than futbol.