There´s Only Room for One Vegetarian in this Hostel

With great effort and protein-less zeal, Bait Hostel resident Beth Sadler (for the time being) has been crowned "Vegetarian of Room Cero." It was a battle for the ages. 3 oranges, 2 zucchini, and a giant cebolla all sacrificed their lives to crown their leader. Beth won, while others across the planos of Argentina wilted in fear. In BA, only one vegetarian prevails, and that is not me.

Outside of deciding who would and would not eat meat, we decided that in the tradition of South America and Catholicism, Tuesday would be our day of rest. We did a bit of shopping, my absolute favorite thing to do. I got some much needed shower sandals (Much to my chagrin, Beth´s shoe size does not match her head size, leaving me heel deep in shower water) and an even more useful churipan--basicaly a homemade sausage on bread, which is then slathered with chimichuri and another sauce of unknown contents that taste like vinegar, onion and a lot of herbs (please note that in Argentina sauces such as mayonaise, parmesan cheese, in liquid form, mustasa and ketchup are served in exactly the same containers and are left out to bake in the sun, presumably to give them more flavor, confuse people and/or to poison the tourist. My stomach is strong like bull though, so i have yet to experience the latter pitfall, I did dump mayonessa on my sausage though). Amazingly enough these phenomenal treats cost only 6 pesos, cheaper then a jumbo jack with cheese.

Our real hope was to catch a folk show at La Peña del Colorado. Apparently there is a small folk scene in BA. Unfortunately, (desafortunamente, in español) this book was printed in 2008 and before La Penña was in the guidebooks, so not only was this no longer a bargain, but the music was more Michael Bolton (perhaps he is just catching on here) than Two Gallants, or that guy Bob Dylan, if you prefer (and Beth does).

This ended up being perfect because we hobbled across to Lo Do Bebe parilla, compete with ensalada completa (15 pesos) and bife de costilla (also 15 pesos and thrice as large) and a waiter who remained friendly despite our trouble communicating. Tasty!

The face of happiness (and a good sport).