Arriving in Cordoba on an overnight bus from BA, I got into this petite wonderful hostel at about 7 am. Fortunately for me, they let me check in early, and I was just in time for pastries. Over breakfast, I had met a group of Brits on gap year, ready to go skydiving! Cordoba is known for its adventurous spirit whether its skydiving, paragliding, or rafting. It's got a nice town center with some plazas and churches, but like BA, nothing remarkable to marvel at.
What I really came here to do was to party with the Uni students! Actually, I feel like that's why I came to Argentina, looking back. The first night, a big Thursday night. I went out with the group of Brits and Aussies to a nightclub by the university.
Other than the party scene, I'd say Cordoba was a rather normal town. Good superpanchos and empanadas though. I've definitely enjoyed the street food in Argentina than at a sit-down restaurant. I was excited about Argentinian steak that everybody talks about, but I've had much better at home. Overall pretty disappointed with the cuisine...though it's a quick judgment based on just 8 days in the country. But so that's that.
And I lost my guidebook, Spanish book, and a normal reading book from the theft in BA, so I had to search for an English book store in Cordoba. With some luck, I found the same Lonely Planet guide, a pocket Spanish learning guide, and after much thinking, I decided to buy the Motorcycle Diaries by Ernesto Che Guevara. I realized that I'm doing a similar south as him, and it's kind of interesting to compare his image of South America in the 50's with mine.
And as for my spanish, it's actually not THAT bad. It's very close to French and Latin, and having had a Spanish girlfriend, it really helps (though I gave up on my Spanish lessons from her). She always told me that my Spanish doesn't like that of a gringo, just like a little Spanish boy. At least it's an easier language than French to comprehend.
BUT! Now that I'm in yet another country where I can't speak the language fluently, I really miss French. At least I could kind of converse in Lausanne as opposed to here...yet :)
...and that's Cordoba with an extra side of grumbling and tangents.
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