Casa Rosada or The Pink Palace, in Buenos Aires, Argentina
After our amazing stay in Iguazu Falls, it was time to explore another part of Argentina. After an early morning flight from Puerto Iguazu, we checked into the Marriott Plaza Hotel in Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires was a short stop on our itinerary, but we decided to make the most of it.
Buenos Aires is a mix of old-world European charm and Latin intensity. I was struck by how ridiculously good-looking the people were, from the hotel desk clerk who looked like she just stepped off a runway in Milan, to the average Joes (or Juans) reading the newspaper in the park who could have been Antonio Banderas' long lost sibling. We've been all over the world, and I don't think I've seen this many gorgeous people per capita anywhere else, even Beverly Hills (where the looks tend to be generated by surgeons rather than genetics). There was something unique and interesting about all of the faces we encountered.
After checking in, we walked to Plaza General San Martin, a nearby park with some ancient metal play structures that Alexander could play on while I nervously looked on. The equipment looked like the kind of metal structures I remember from when I was a kid in the 60's and 70's, with chipping paint (probably lead), and hard, unforgiving concrete underneath. This equipment made me appreciate litigious American parents who have pretty much made sure that playground equipment is as safe as possible.
Luckily, Alexander had fun without managing to kill himself or give his mom a heart attack. Alexander had a great time playing on the slides, monkey bars, and running around, after spending the morning in airports, planes and taxis. Sometimes, a boy just needs to run free.