After a long day of physical labor, and then many of the crew went out the following night to drink off some of that exhaustion, both physical from the days work and mental from being bombarded by a new culture and language, we decided to take it easy with them on Sunday. I also had a special guest back in town…poor Mariano had gotten really sick (that is what happens when you push your body so hard on a bike for months and months and then come and relax…and have someone to look after you 
…your defenses go down and you are toast!) and the crossing over the Andes between Argentina and Chile had closed because of a massive snow storm. So I ended up playing mom for a few days to a sick Argentine and a group of 15 stanford students. I felt right up my alley
So Sunday we just took them to Plaza Italia, to drink a few mates, shop a little and watch folklore. A typical Sunday afternoon activity in La Plata, because nothing is open and no one really wants to do anything!
