A Weekend In Córdoba.
A nice gateway in one of the oldest cities in Argentina.

I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do this last weekend. I was still sick and simply wanted to stay in Rosario. I had received a text earlier last week if I wanted to go to Córdoba with a group of people, but frankly I didn’t put much thought into it. On Thursday night my colleague Lorna Parra and I were texting and she mentioned to me that she would be going on this trip. I get along marvelously with the rest of the people that were going and with a little small talk with Parra I decided to head to Córdoba.
The group was Madison Hall, Mak Lindquist, Parra, Kat Pepin, Angelana Pintos, Kylie Storey, and I. Lindquist was invited two hours before the bus left and I was surprised he even showed up. I love this group of people, but we don’t make a great organization committee. We decided to get our tickets Friday hoping to leave at noon, but we ended up living closer to three o’clock. I wasn’t looking forward to the six hour bus ride. To make things worse we all had to get different buses, but Parra and I were able to secure the same one. I was hoping that Lindquist wouldn’t be mad because he had to go on separate bus by himself. The six hours were brutal and Parra and I just kept telling each other we have to wait for Lindquist. Six hours later we arrived to the bus terminal and there he was. Lindquist’s bus got there before our and the girl’s bus. Parra and I just looked at him and laughed as we looked for a taxi to take us to our hostel.
We were determined to go out and check the night scenery in Córdoba. We were just waiting for the rest of the girls to get here so we can go get dinner and then find a boliche (club) to go dancing. The girls arrived and we all settled in and shortly got ready to go eat. It was late and not a lot of restaurants were opened. We did find one and with our food, drinks and crazy stories while being in Argentina so far we enjoyed our dinner.
La Barra was the boliche we went to and it was close to where we ate. Pepin, Pintos and Storey decided to take a cab and ironically the rest of us got there before they did. This boliche was crazy to say the least. It was packed and the DJ just kept playing cumbia hits. We were all dancing and embracing the Córdoba nightlife. I had taken a Akubra hat which I picture people would usually wear at places like Cabo. My hat in a sense was the mascot of the party going from each of our heads as we danced cumbia until four in the morning.
Pepin, Pintos and Storey were determined to go hiking a few hours after leaving the club. The rest of us simply couldn’t do it. I mean we were just tired and I was sick. We decided to stay to explore the city, but those girls truly earned my respect. We got up early and we decided to explore the parks. As we left the hostel I had to take a moment and realize where I was.

I was in the historic Córdoba, one of the first cities in Argentina. All Saturday we walked and walked and with my camera I tried to capture these moments. We checked out many places like parks, a fair where Lindquist would prefer not to talk about his ride experience, a unique bridge and a church (Iglesia de los Capuchinos). The best thing was probably lunch where we had the best Churipan yet. Exploring the city was a beautiful adventure and it made me wonder why didn't I know more about it.


We decided that we wanted to make dinner for the girls, but making tacos is practically impossible when you can’t find tortillas. We waited for them to see if they wanted to go out for dinner. They were exhausted, but some how they still had the will to go out. I was impressed. We meet another friend from school that had been in Córdoba since Thursday for dinner. He brought a friend along and she was part of a program from Portland State. We went back to the hostel on the rooftop where we listened to música with some fernite before we went out.
Don’t remember the name of the boliche, but it was clear to me that the boliches in Córdoba don’t play games. The DJ was playing numerous of records and throwbacks that we sung along to. We danced and danced all night long. My hat again was the center of attention and the locals kept wanting to take it, but the group did a great job of always retrieving it. Lindquist and I many times would separate from the group and just wanted to be a typical Córdoba chico. Being American and using our English will always be an attention grabber. It hasn’t failed yet and the girls in the boliches were feeling us Yankees (What Argentinians call Americans). It was close to six the morning and it was time to go. We all had a great time, but we all were looking forward to jumping into our beds and going to sleep instantly.
I couldn’t sleep and I woke up early feeling horrible. Granted, I don’t think anyone was feeling peachy, but I surely was out of it. We went to breakfast, but I didn’t have an appetite. We shortly headed back to the hostel and went back to the rooftop to catch some sun. Everyone besides Pintos and Storey were leaving that Sunday afternoon while they would leave on Monday.
It was time to go and Hall and I shared a taxi to the Omnibus Terminal to catch another six hour bus ride to Rosario. Feeling under the weather still and no energy I jut looked out the window. I was leaving Córdoba and for some reason I felt that a weekend in Córdoba for me was as quick as a blink of an eye. A lot happened, but there was still so much to look at and explore. I wish I had more time, but being sick and having two rambunctious nights I don’t regret coming enjoying this last weekend in Córdoba.
#A weekend in Córdoba was good for our souls.

