Roger called us in the morning, suggesting we go out for a last walk into town. There is a house there which is the oldest house in Cordoba and filled with items from the very earliest times here.
First though we had a chance to view Rogers Bandoneon. It is a beautiful instrument, that simply begs to be played. I am afraid it did not exactly sound like Troilo in my hands, but it is such a fine thing that even I could not make it sound bad.
When I could drag myself away we headed off to town.
Our arrival at the house was badly timed and we had only half an hour before closing, so we had to make the most of our viewing time.
The whole house was more or less original apart from the cabinets with what can only be described as museum pieces. Some of the revolvers and pistols were fascinating, though Viv preferred to look at the 18th century bedding.
The building itself was fascinating, but the amount of religious imagery was hard to believe. The beds were quite ornate, with very sparse soft furnishing. Viv was the only one to get into the main salon area, when she came out to call us to see it they locked it up, so we knew we had little time to see the rest of the house.
We decided to go to where we had had pizza the other night for lunch. After some confusion we found the place and sat waiting. Then we waited some more. Just as we thought we would walk away we finally got a waiter. I told him what we wanted but he just left us a menu.
When he came back, I told him again, but before I got to the drinks he said something I did not understand. Roger then told him we wanted beer and agua con gas. Roger has a better ear for the Cordoba dialect he told me the waiter said “gaseosa?” It can be hard enough to follow what they say without them trying to put words into my mouth.
Anyway we waited again, and we waited. Finally as he rushed past Roger shouted “Señor cervesa?”. “si” he said then left us to wait again.
By the time our beer came we were ready to just leave. Good job we are on holiday not lunch break.
Finally our pizza came and it was as good as last time. Or was it the longing that improved the flavour?
Finally satisfied we set off back to have a rest and prepare for the long journey back to Buenos Aires.
Looking forward to our prayers before supper on the bus. Next post Buenos Aires.