National Library

I told Hugo I was an early riser. But this morning I got up late, around 11, evidently the late night and lack of sleep on the plane caught up to me. Hugo had inviting me to a group discussion at the National Library, he was already there, so I took a long walk over there (Gotta figure out the bus system).

The talk was packed, and because everything was amplified, and the discussion was at a very high level, I couldn't understand a thing. I indicated to Hugo that I'd meet him downstairs after the discussion, but as I was leaving a large, seemingly self-important crowd came into the room. Everyone starting clapping, so of course I went back (don't want to miss anything!). Turns out, it was the former of Argentina. I got some pictures, but still couldn't understand much. So I grabbed a newspaper and went to a cafe to attempt to read it.

Hugo found me at the cafe, and the first question he asked was why I was reading the paper. I told him to improve my Spanish, but then he clarified, asking what that particular paper. Turns out I had picked the right-wing rag, which he didn't care for at all. So we discussed politics for a bit (all in Spanish, Hugo and I never speak in English except for quick translations of individual words or phrases). The guy who came to the National Library was president, but only for 4 days. What I understood, and I'm not sure I understood it correctly, was that during the crisis in 2001 there was a lot of political turmoil, and that there were four different presidents during a very short (week or two) time period.

Took the bus back to the apartment, and checked my email.