Argentina, Day 2: October 16, 2009

Today we moved. Well, all we really did was move hotel rooms. We were dismayed by the condition of the bathroom in our hotel, so when the manager asked about our stay, we jumped on the opportunity to tell him. They graciously offered to change our room at the end of the day. Since we would be here for about a week, we didn't want to deal with a small space and moldy bathroom any longer than necessary.

After the room issue was worked out, we headed for downtown, returning to the government office to pick up the copy of Henry's birth certificate. His original was  a negative print -- white lettering on black background. The new one he received today is the opposite and, most important, it has a date stamp on it. Next week, when we return from Iguazu Falls, we'll pursue getting it notarized.

Later in the day, as we walked about Buenos Aires, we ran across the National Theater Cervantes, along with its own museum. We spent time wandering through the museum, looking at pictures of old stars of the stage and screen.
On a lark, we decided to buy tickets to a one-woman show for the evening. We were anxious about getting back to the theater on time, worried that we might have to vie for seating, since seats were unassigned. No worry necessary. That night, we were among fourteen (14) other folks who had come to the show. The actress was very expressive; however, my rudimentary Spanish completely abandoned me, and if it hadn't been for Henry's sotto voce comments every once in awhile, I would have had pretty much no idea of what was transpiring.
After the theater, we returned to one of last year's favorite restaurants: La Cholita. We had appetizers, steak and fries, and plenty of wine for under $30.