Well here we are. The end of the little Argentinian adventure. It was kind of fun to go back and relive those couple of weeks. Hope you enjoyed living vicariously through me while I lived vicariously through James and Kristin….
The boat we were on didn't look too different from this little guy that we passed....
Sad.
Looks like one helluva rowing club.
Awww. The Schulmans.
Old dudes.
Waiting for the train home.
James and Kristin at the second of our train stations. They're cute.
Man, there are way better states after which one can name one's club. Like Wisconsin. Or Iowa.
And finally, the last of the two-hundred-some pictures. Me with my travel beard sipping on a delicious Duff beer. Homer Simpson and 1997 me would be so proud.
Well, that’s all she wrote. If you missed any of the pictures, you can find every day of the stroll under the “The Sights of Buenos Ares” category…. Thanks so much for tagging along.
-B. Littleton
