After getting myself square I did a bit of a walkabout after locking up my stuff. I was happy that I didn´t get lost and got back after about 45 minutes.
I started chatting with Caryn, an Irish girl that was on her last day of a six month journey from Canada to BA. Though they used more planes than I intend on. She gave me some advice for the area and then off she went.
That night after waking up I found myself with no idea what to do. So I decided to walk. I walked myself all the way to Recoleta, about an hour away, and dicided to look up an old bar that I used to hang out at. Well, Henry J. Beans had long since closed. I did eventually find the Spot. While the decore is very different, the atmosphere is somehow the same.
Upon walking in, I instantly recognized Pato from when I was there before. I thought I recognized my old friend Diego, but it was not him. I finally got Pato over near me and we spoke for a few minutes. He then introduced me to the current manager, a guy from Boston, who introduced me to a guy who was drinking there, but was from Madison, Wisconsin. I also discoved that the female bartender that I had been struggling to get Pato over near me was from Houston, Texas.
It ended up being a fun night. Andy, the Boston guy was playing around with the music all night. We heard an eclectic colletion of music. Everything from Argy rap, to the Jackson five. He did focus on American music though, at least as the night got later.
I finally left, very tired, and got a cab back to the hostel. Where I crashed for the night.
