Plaza de San Martín, Retiro, Buenos Aires |
I'M 21 I'M 21!
...not that it really means too much here. But HEY birthdays are birthdays and mom and I were raised Jamaican (joke) and thus like to celebrate them as much as possible!
And I had the most wonderful birthday.
I was woken up by a FaceTime call from mom and dad... I opened the presents they had packed in my suitcase :] what sweet parents I have! And I opened cards from family and friends... I am such a lucky girl to have such loving people in my life!!
Mimi went out and got me medialunas for a birthday breakfast! There were even ones filled with dulce de leche... YUM.
And look Mom sent me a baby bluebird of happiness! I love those!
Thank GOODNESS I had no classes on my birthday! And neither did my friend Sydney, so we went out for a birthday lunch! I found a cool steak place in Retiro and we took the train there. The place was called El Federal... we got some beef tenderloin, empanadas and some wine, because it's my 21st birthday of course! The restaurant was so cool. We sat in the table in the corner with these huuuge cushions and felt awesome in general. The food was delicious! (Thanks Mom and Dad!)
Afterward Sydney treated me to ice cream at this really cool ice cream place! Dulce de leche mixed with brownie pieces, American cream, topped with hot fudge and white chocolate pieces! NOMZ.
Subibajas en Plaza de San Martín! |
Sydney y yo! |
All of us in Acabar. |
After that we wandered down the street and found another bar. When we walked in my friend Claudia told them in was my birthday and they yelled/sang/whatnot. After looking at the menu we decided we didn't actually want anything, but as we were leaving a bartender (manager? owner? no sé) said but wait I got you some cake! So we came back inside (half the group had left already), and they gave us a piece of cake (complete with candle and birthday song), along with two rounds of champagne for all four of us! HOW NICE IS THAT? We legitimately bought nothing from this bar, and they gave us all of that on the house! Just proving my theory that argentinians are the nicest people ever.
That's about all my stories... it was definitely a birthday for the books!!
When it's your birthday you're allowed to wear your giraffe shirt, even if you're going out in Buenos Aires. |
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