What do YOU do when you’re tired?
You know that time of the night during an all-nighter when you begin to feel so tired that normally insane actions seem perfectly commonplace and fun? Yeah, that’s the state that almost the entire relay is in right now, with a few exceptions, and some people who are coherent just enough to string together a few words and click a few buttons on a computer (a.k.a the entire Vedette Staff…). And we have all experienced this feeling many times before, so we decided, why not? Let’s find out what everyone else does when they are tired! Why not, I mean, if it’ll stop us from getting tired? So here’s some of the things we got:
Santiago A: “This one time I opened an bottle of sparkling grape juice and downed the entire thing and it felt like was drowning in foam.”
Kat M: “I ran around in a cape earlier. Does that count?”
Lucy B: (While running) “I’m tired and I’ running five miles!!”
Jimmy V: “Oh, appropriate stories? Me and my friends were sitting in a hot tub and they dared me to go outside in the snow and shove a bunch of it down my swim trunks and i did it. That counts?” (Yes Jimmy that’s okay.) “Yesssss!”
Big Zo: …I shoved my head in a freezer once.
Eddie C: I did the milk-gallon challenge!
Cheyenne D: (In response) “I almost did the cinnamon challenge!”
Anna-Christina B: We felt it important to mention that throughout this entire conversation, AC acted like the dogs from UP when they saw squirrels, reacting whenever she heard a noise of any kind. “Well, you see, my life has been such a long strain of crazy things that I don’t think they’re crazy anymore- everything just seems normal.” Also, all of this answer was said while clutching on to a certain Vedette author’s ankle while in the fetal position.
So that’s all we got from those around us who were willing and able to string together complete sentences, and others from which we had to string their sentences together for them. Feel free to post anything below of crazy stuff you’ve done when you’re tired.
– Suraag Srinivas & Clare Nowalk
Back in the States!
Day 12, April 1st 2013.
Today, team Ireland sat together in the plane, then at the airport and recalled the tedious process of getting fingerprints (for international students), the long flight when we slowly stepped out of our comfort zone and talked to new friends, the poker game on the bus when we had nowhere to go because of the nasty weather. We will never forget hauling our luggage up the slippery slope to enter Corrymeela, strolling along the beautiful beach side when it was totally freezing, toasting bread and drinking tea and watching comedy movies at midnight. We have discovered ourselves as we all have our own solution to conflicts, and our understanding deepens as we learn how to embrace and connect our differences. We will miss digging holes, planting trees, playing ninjas. We will remember our group dinners when everyone shared food to have a taste of others’ choices. We definitely plan to go back to Dublin, stand in line waiting for our Gino’s homemade gelatos, and reminisce of a time when we were with a unique group of people – we were from all over the world, but somehow ended up together in the magical street corners of Belfast, Sligo, Connemara and Dublin. Today, team Ireland is different from what we were when spring break of 2013 just kicked off 12 days ago. I think it indeed is the luck of the Irish that we’ve shared every moment together. More special than any leprechaun key rings and Guinness shirts that we bring back home are unforgettable memories – friends made, lessons learned, photos taken and journal pages fully filled.
Parent View
Wednesday, 3/27/13
PARENTS: How I wish you could have joined us in Argentina! You would be exceptionally proud of your son. Each player has represented our school, our team, and our country outstandingly. I commend you for affording your child this lifetime cultural opportunity. It is already paying off big dividends in international enlightenment and interpersonal relationships.
BROTHERHOOD: Appropriately, “brotherhood” is the chosen virtue to epitomize “Team Arg.” Our CMA ruggers are a tightly bonded, synchronized unit who are “all for one and one for all.” Upper and lower classmen mutually respect and protect one another as an integrated whole.
TODAY: Wednesday, March 27 was another eventful day in the capital city of Buenos Aires filled with many new experiences and learning excursions.
TRAFFIC: Traffic was exceedingly congested due to street closings for an upcoming car race and because the citizens are preparing to leave on holiday for an extra long Holy Week. George and John, our two bus drivers, are good-natured and watch over us carefully along with our possessions.
TALL SHIP: Due to the government shutting down the military schools upon our arrival, we were prohibited from touring one in uniform and exchanging swords as originally planned. Our first stop was to board the “Fragata Sarmiento,” a naval sailing ship, that was in operation for 40 years from 1899 to 1939. Oscar, our hard working and dutiful tour guide for the trip, is a retired Navy Captain who trained on the ship and spent two years at the US Pentagon. We were fortunate to meet his high ranking predecessor in the officers’ dining room where we individually signed a large guest log. We were formally served tea cookies and petite cups of coffee while charismatic Eddie Bishop played the piano for us.
LUNCH: A pleasant surprise awaited us at the classy Puerto Cristal restaurant where we fine dined on the river at Rio de la Plata harbor. We ate like kings and queens on delectable food with raspberry covered almond ice cream slices for dessert. Yum!
RECOLETA: Recoleta is an upscale neighborhood of B. A. in comparison to the masses of high-rise apartment buildings in the rest of the huge city. Small, modest cars and simple dwelling is the norm. Economic depression has caused the increased poverty. The widening divide between upper and lower classes has resulted in a rapidly dwindling middle class.
We stepped inside an ornate Catholic church (basilica) entitled Our Lady of Pilar where religious artifacts and photos of the Pope were sold outside. Due to the present political tension, the governmental powers-at-be were not pleased with Pope Francis’ election over differing ideology. Celebrating was publicly suppressed while privately relished.
The VIPs of the city live and are buried In Recoleta. The highlight was seeing Eva Peron’s (fondly known as “Evita”) crypt that is the most visited and decorated with flowers. She is laid to rest with a General/President of the country. This massive above ground cemetery consists of stone and marble mausoleums with visible caskets adorned in linen and lace coverings, shrines, altars, stained glass, furniture, candles, crystal vases of flowers, iron work, wood carvings, etc., for entire family generations. It was quite a spectacular sight to behold.
HARD ROCK CAFE: Duncan McBride and Declan McInerny, in particular, enjoyed the music legends’ memorabilia and showcased guitars.
RUGBY MATCH: It was an exciting first for our guys to play “under the lights” at night. They had such anticipation! We competed against an Italian club called the Sitas. It is mandated in Argentina that a physician be present at every match.
Argentinean rugby players are speed lightning fast in running and ball passing. As 11 year old Margaux (Nick and Duncan McBride’s sister) adeptly commented, “They’re not very meaty.” 13 year old brother, Gabe, cheered from the sidelines along with mom, Courtney (our journalism photographer), dad Paul (great athlete and extra practice coach), and abundantly generous fathers, Joe McInerny and Nate Dennis.
The match was hard fought, emotionally intense, and physically aggressive. Captain Pete Hamm scored our try (goal) with kicker Jeremy Dorrell securing the additional kicking points. Co-Captain Christophe Gisler and Daniel Schipper were our game interpreters, especially needed with the referee. Man of the Match was awarded to Collin Pepper by Head Coach Knowlton.
It is customary to fiercely compete and then eat and fellowship in merriment with your opposing team at a rugby clubhouse afterwards. Joyous fun was had in bartering and trading rugby apparel amongst the team players. Coach Joel literally gave the jersey off his back as we were exchanging gifts with the coaches, referee, and club officials. The community relations and strong sense of comradeship that is built is a valuable service project in itself. The young Argentineans enjoy their revelry while our boys were consistently complimented for their orderly and quiet behavior by our guides and drivers.
One of the Argentinean fathers and his 13 year old son came over to greet us during the game. He was an Air Force pilot who spent two years in Alabama. We had to be quite cautious in certain parts of the city, but were embraced with friendly affection by our newly expanded rugby families. Many liked practicing their English with us.
As our own coaches remarked, ” Rugby is a lifestyle, a way of life, wherever you go. It is the same story in a different language, even though we are 7000 miles away.”
ARGENTINA OBSERVATIONS:
Sidewalks are very uneven and unstable due to breakage and various pavement types.
The people are thin in the city from all the walking and freshly made food for each meal. Beef, pastries, dulce de leche (caramel), and gelato were our favorite indulgences.
Public school students and teachers wear white lab coats as an economic equalizer. Private school students dress in white tops and navy bottoms.
GRATITUDE:
Besides the dedicated coaches, we extend our heartiest appreciation to Miss Megan Porter, Director of Student Activities at Culver, who was our administrative organizer; Miss Katie Loomis, Spanish Intern, who was our translator; and Mr. Bob Shriner of Development who was an overall asset.
We owe a debt of gratitude to Culver Academies, Mr. Buxton, Dean Rasch, and all the unsung heroes for providing such an enriching enhancement to our children’s education.
Foremost, I desire to thank my fellow parents for making a sacrificial, loving, and significant difference in all of our lives through your son. From one parent to another, I assure you that this trip with the “Team Arg” brothers has meant more to them than they can adequately express. I witnessed it in their eyes and in their actions. They will bring it home to share with the rest of their teammates.
Respectfully submitted,
Jill Willman
Mother of Sterling Willman
In Love with Dublin!
Day 10 and 11, our very last days in dear Ireland.
We kicked off by a walking tour into the city center, to Trinity College and visited Book of Kells. Founded in 1592, Trinity College is the oldest university in Ireland, formally known as the College of the Holy and Undivided Trinity of Queen Elizabeth near Dublin. It was made famous for its founder, Queen Elizabeth I, and its graduates such as Swift, Goldsmith, Wilde and Beckett. The beautiful campus consists of separate castles, housing the Book of Kells: Turning Darkness into Light, an exhibition in its Long Room. This is also known as the largest library in the world with over 200,000 oldest books.
In the afternoon, we had some free time to go explore the shopping streets and of course have some delicious Gino’s homemade gelato! We ate dinner at Ciao Bella, an Italian restaurant and very much enjoyed a taste of pizza and pasta after days of embracing fish and chips.
Today, we continued with a panoramic tour and dropped by the Kilmainham jail, famous for the political prisoners and leaders it has held. Each cell is constructed of limestone, which makes every room cold and in rainy seasons, very damp, causing prisoners to get sick. There are 110 rooms and 12 restrooms for the whole jail, yet the number of prisoners added up each year because some intentionally committed a crime in order to come here and be entitled to shelter, food and even protection from the chaos in the society. We also learned the story about Grace Gifford and Joseph Plunkett. Grace Gifford worked as a caricaturist and illustrator and was active in the Republican movement. She married Joseph Plunkett, one of the leaders of the 1916 Rising, in the chapel of the Kilmainham Jail on the eve of his execution day. Their story would go on to a popular Republican song, “Grace”, written by Frank and Sean O’Meara in 1985. We also visited the National Museum after that and saw with our own eyes the bog bodies. They are human cadavers that are mummified as a result of the natural process of decomposition within the peat bogs.
We then had the finest Irish dining experience at the Merry Ploughboy Pub, plus some traditional Irish music and tap dance. Ruth, Maureen and Christine prepared a surprise for everyone! Each of us gets an award title that corresponds with our character that others have perceived during the trip – and it was a whole lot of fun. Here are a few examples:
Natalia: Most likely to succeed in the future.
Me: Most likely to fill up a 1000000GB memory card (3,000 photos and counting)
Alex: Most likely to be forgotten (sorry Alex! I don’t quite agree with this since Alex is the tallest in our group!)
Maureen: Most likely to abuse Instagram (she took 46 photos with Instagram during our 11-day trip)
Wendy, Sam and Leah: Most likely to burn the restaurant down (yes we have seen them play with fire, literally)
Dean Rasch: Most likely to bring up something about Culver in every convo.
Joe (our chaperone): Best English accent.
Allen: Best dressed.
Luyao: Largest phone.
Kary: Most likely to be a closet hipster (she was rocking the lace dress the night before!)
… and many more, and we had a good laugh before relishing our main course that is totally Irish (lamb for some of us!). Thanks to the triple we felt like we had got to know each other so well we were dead on about what makes each other unique, and it was a great feeling.
Now on to the photos of our music night where people around the world (the USA, China, Vietnam, Mexico,…) gathered around the tables, drank some genuine Guinness (not us!) and sang along to the traditional Irish melodies. Guess what – Wendy got randomly picked to receive a signature t-shirt of the pub (how lucky!) and Maureen to tap dance with a very good-looking Irish guy! Leah, Kary and I got our photos taken with two members of the Merry Ploughboy band – they were the friendliest and funniest! Our last night in Dublin, we all fell in love with this mesmerizing little city, and we were united, held each other’s hand and celebrated the green country of Ireland! May these memories continue to live on in each of us, and may Ireland forever hold a space in our hearts as we part tomorrow morning at 5:15AM! As for myself, I already know that I will find my way back to Dublin someday, be it through Trinity College, or a job opportunity. It is incredible how such a visit could be an eye-opener, and a change in future plan. I guess that’s just how powerful and meaningful falling in love with a country other than our own is.
Never So Irish!
… that’s probably how all of us are feeling right now.
Day 8 & 9.
We started the day off by visiting the Knock Shrine in Cnoc Suain. We kept silent as we visited the inside of the structure and took lots of pictures of this holy place. On the way out, we all paid to pray for our loved ones at Knock.
Our next destination is Connemara, a small but very Irish village. Here we learned about the traditional Irish house, food, music, dance and language. The first cottage was a small and cozy one, with a fireplace. We gathered around and learned that a typical Irish house does not have many windows, because they are taxed for every window they install. Irish kids, when staying in their room, could overhear anything that is uttered downstairs because of the relatively small size of the house. In most Irish houses, there are hand-woven crosses on display. The woman explained to us about the sea weed as one of the most popular snack for the Irish, about how the Irish are self-sufficient by growing their own vegetable for detox; and she also showed us how to make soda bread! We even got to try a small piece with butter – and let me tell you a secret, I don’t eat bread very often, but I sneaked a second piece here!
Our next destination is Connemara, a small but very Irish village. Here we learned about the traditional Irish house, food, music, dance and language. The first cottage was a small and cozy one, with a fireplace. We gathered around and learned that a typical Irish house does not have many windows, because they are taxed for every window they install. Irish kids, when staying in their room, could overhear anything that is uttered downstairs because of the relatively small size of the house. In most Irish houses, there are hand-woven crosses on display. The woman explained to us about the sea weed as one of the most popular snack for the Irish, about how the Irish are self-sufficient by growing their own vegetable for detox; and she also showed us how to make soda bread! We even got to try a small piece with butter – and let me tell you a secret, I don’t eat bread very often, but I sneaked a second piece here!
Next, we moved on to the next cottage to learn about the most common soil in Ireland, which is in fact very soft. Most of the lowlands and uplands of the west of the island is covered in blanket bogs, which are formed of peat soil. Bog, being more prevalent here than any European country, becomes one of Ireland’s most characteristic features. The man also mentioned the discoveries of Irish bog bodies, in which bones are so deprived of calcium that they are flexible! Much as it is horrendous to hear, most bog bodies do not decompose because of the cold, acidic, oxygen-free conditions that persist beneath peat bogs, and prevent the process of decay and mummification in human flesh. Hence, the Irish believe that they will come back and haunt…
Out with horror, in with excitement! Now we got the hands-on experience of making the hand-woven crosses, which are most often associated with St. Brigid. According to the folklore, when St. Brigid was young, she was sent to take care of an old, dying man. In her free time, she wove a handful of crosses out of rushes. It is traditionally believed that the cross protects the home from fire. Today, making a St. Brigid’s cross is among the traditional rituals in Ireland to celebrate the beginning of early spring, 1st February.
MUSIC TIME. In this 3rd cottage, the Irish instrument really brought out the musician in all of us. Everyone started slow just by clapping hands, then we all stamped our feet, and finally we got up and danced. We learned about the traditional dance of the Irish, which includes A LOT of different moves. Alex and Jackie stumbled a bit at first, but as we practiced twice, they were on fire! The dance allowed all of us to mingle and get to approach 3 people, and for the people who danced in group, to befriend the whole circle. That’s the whole point of the Irish dance – making friends, socializing and just having a great time with people we are unfamiliar with.
Saying goodbye to the friendly hosts at the Connemara village, we continued our journey to the Connemara Marble Visitor Center. Here we were astounded to find that the marble actually date back to 250-600 million years ago! They all have different shades of colors, most often green and sepia, and unique patterns – you could never find any two pieces that look the same! That is what makes the Connemara marble so valuable and the Irish take pride in the nation’s characteristic gift. We had some free time to pick out little gifts for our friends and family back home – earings, brooches, magnets, bracelets,… they are definitely worth looking forward to!
Next morning, we drove all the way to Irish National Stud. The place was crowded and the lines in the restaurant were long, but we enjoyed a very light lunch with desserts outdoors, near the Japanese Gardens where pigeons and other birds hovered very close to us (which definitely freaked Mr. Murchie out!) Then we made a walking tour to visit the famous horses that won races like Futurity Stakes, Prix de Fontainebleau, 2nd National Stakes,… Horses in the Stud Farm indeed have very bombastic names! For examples, we met the Kicking King, Vintage, Lord Shanakill, Big Bad Bob and Dragon Pulse! Some of them are 4 million dollars on 4 legs. We also got to see a baby horse that was 2 days old, and it was huge. The farm had this special area for a female horse to mate with a carefully selected male horse in order to protect the breeding, which will in turns generate profits.
Then, we visited the Japanese Gardens. From the start, we had to choose between the Easy Path, and the Path of Life. Of course most of us would choose the latter, and we found ups and downs, smooth areas and humps for the next yards. We started out at the Gate of Oblivion, then to the Cave of Birth, continued down the dark tunnel called Tunnel of Ignorance, symbolizing the carefree childhood, went up the steps to the Hill of Learning, crossed the Engagement Bridge and the Marriage Bridge, strolled along the Honeymoon path and separated at an obstruction that represents a Difference in Opinion with our significant other! Then we came up against rocks on the surface of water signifying Disappointment, but we crossed safely and climbed through the rugged steps to the summit of the Hill of Ambition, looked back at the waterfall and prayed. Next, we reached the Tea House and the miniature Japanese Village where the Well of Wisdom is located, and crossed the Bridge of Life. We were now entering the “old age”, and climbed through the Hill of Mourning and headed out the Gateway to Eternity. The story about the life of a man closes, but it resonates with us because of the unforgettable challenges and simplicity, which resembles very much our lives.
Now Team Ireland has arrived in Dublin, a beautiful city and we checked in Trinity Capital Hotel, whose theme apparently is Alice in Wonderland (we all agreed!). Photos will be up when we are connected to the Internet!
Adventures in Hangzhou
After a slight mishap on the bus on our way out of Shanghai, we made it to Hangzhou in the late afternoon in time to have a late lunch and start our adventures in West Lake. We began with a ferry ride across the lake to see the island oasis in the center built during the Song dynasty to preserve the natural beauty of the region. Some of us purchased flower crowns and decorated ourselves with the blooming cherry blossoms along the way. Our second day in Hangzhou was filled with new religious experiences at a series of temples. We started our day at the Ling Yin Buddhist temple where we saw practicing Buddhists performing traditional rituals with incense and fruit offerings. Throughout the day, we visited many temples and saw statues and rock carvings influenced by Indian culture during the Yuan dynasty. Although we were all sad to leave the paradise city of Hangzhou, we boarded the overnight train knowing that there would be many more adventures waiting for us in the capital city of China, Beijing.
Great Wall
Hey-o! It’s the boys’ (Noah + John) turn to blog; I (Noah) will start us off! Today was our first day tearing up the streets of Beijing and it was great! We did some adventuring through the Temple of Heaven which was a lot of fun! It was beautiful!! The ancient Chinese architecture preserved in such an urban environment was magnificent. We even got to take a group picture on what was believed to be the “center of the universe” in ancient China. Our tour guide Laura has been super helpful lately and is great at keeping us entertained even at the dullest points of the trip! It’s sad to know the trip is coming to a close, but until then John has another GREAT (Get it? It’s about the Great Wall) story for you!
Yeah, so after an hour and a half bus drive through the countryside of China we reached a small market like area at the base of a ski lift that leads up to the Great Wall. We had Subway for lunch (yes, the American restaurant) and then took the lift up to the wall. The trip to the peak of the towering mountains left those afraid of heights fearful for their lives. It was a cold, misty day and as we were on the wall it even began to snow a little bit. The cold however was not a problem due to the excessively steep and seemingly endless staircases winding through the mountains. The wall had an abundance of photo opportunities, including a “restricted” portion of the wall that most of us traversed anyway; which turned out to be one of the best places for pictures we found. The breathtaking view from the wall left many of us speechless. We were all really pumped to take the slide down from the wall, but when we headed over to the top of the slide our spirits were crushed by the rope closing off the slide; apparently due to the “weather”, which had cleared up by that point. We reluctantly took the ski lift back down, and after a little bit of bargaining for souvenirs we headed out for dinner. Dinner was the famous Beijing duck, which if I do say so myself was quite the magnificent meal indeed.
Passover in Argentina
March 26, 2013 might not be a day for most of us ruggers to remember due to our six hour bus ride from Mar del Plata to Buenos Aires, but for me it was a day I will never forget. Once we arrived, many of us got a quick shower in and then we were off to the mall for some souvenir shopping and a delicious dinner. However, this is where my schedule diverged.
The Jewish holiday of Passover commemorates the resilience of the Jews within the book of Exodus. Every year during the linear month of Nissan this holiday is celebrated by a meal known as the Seder. It is tradition that Jewish families get together and spend the Seder together before undergoing the one week fast of bread. Given that I am in Argentina my parents set me up with a Jewish community in Buenos Aires for a Passover Seder! The service and Seder lasted from 8:00 to midnight and was an opportunity that I will always cherish. Walking in to the old community synagogue was mysterious for me. I was surrounded by other Jews that couldn’t communicate with me in English. A lady who only spoke Spanish guided me to the service. I walked into the prayer room and grabbed a prayer book where I was greeted with quick Spanish from an old man. I ignored the man for a second, but he persisted. Confused and frustrated I replied with “Hablo ingles solamente” (I only speak English). To my surprise (and relief) he muttered back in perfect English, “I’m the rabbi- you have the wrong book, grab this one” as he pointed to another prayer book. I started to pray, and recognized the Hebrew hymns and prayers and truly felt immersed in a different Jewish culture. Once the service was finished it marked the time to begin the Seder. I was seated with another family who warmly greeted me and translated as much Spanish as they could for me. There was one set of grandparents, parents, a daughter, and a son. To my surprise, the daughter’s name was Dana, the same as my own sister! The Seder had the same fundamental principles of what my family and I were used to, explaining the different plagues, telling stories, and creating a game for the little children. However, it differed in the faction that there was a lot of music! Constant piano music was accompanied by the voices of two cantors singing Spanish or Hebrew hymns. The mood of the Seder was very upbeat and the entire community was actively participating through listening or singing along. It was an experience to remember!
I have learned an important lesson in Argentina through both Rugby and Judaism. What I mean by this, is that no matter what set of rules you have, whether it be from the International Board of Rugby or the Torah, culture will direct how the style or traditions of a game or holiday are performed.
- David Brown
Soaking up Every Last Minute of Indian Sun
Many members of Team India started their day off appreciating the sunrise over the Bay of Bengal. It was an early morning but well worth it! We are planning to go again tommorow.
We then prepared for our long hot day. We visited four temples, learned how silk was made, and did a bit of shopping!
We had an amazing trip and are sad to see it come to an end in just over 24 hours.
A Little Fishing and a Little Service…
Here it is:
On Monday, our team split into two groups to do different things. One group went to the marina, hopped on a boat, and went deep-sea fishing. While I wasn’t with that group, I heard that, aside from the sea-sickness (which affected a couple of the guys), it was a good time. The fish were plentiful, and they were put to good use(more on that later). Our group went to an aid-program in the poor neighborhoods of Mar Del Plata. The place we visited provided food and school supplies to children who lived in the area. They receive no government funding and provide food to hundreds of kids each day. So, in order to help them in their mission, we brought a donation of food supplies. Some preschoolers were having lunch as we walked in, so we delivered the food and passed out some candies while we were there. They were really cute, as was to be expected. While the virtue of the donation was reason enough to be there, there was a greater educational purpose for coming to the aid program. This was a really impoverished neighborhood- actually, the label of shanty town is more accurate. The houses were made of crumbling bricks and rusting sheet metal. The stray dogs, who are plump and healthy in downtown Mar Del Plata, were sickly, skinny, and besieged by flies. One of the dogs had an open flesh sore. Yet, the kids were smiling and laughing when we came in. I really valued this visit because I finally feel connected to all of those charity advertisements you see stateside. Save The Children and UNICEF adverts no longer just fly over my head- I’ve met some of the people they’re trying to help, and now, it matters to me. Instead of ambivalent, I feel a bit more invested when people talk about foreign development and charity work. After we said our goodbyes, we went back to Mar Del Plata to have a free afternoon. We got lunch, maybe bought some presents for family members, or, as most of the team did, napped at the hotel. By this time, our team fishermen had come back. That evening, when the entire team was together, we brought everyone to a restaurant down on the pier that offered to cook and serve our fish for a low price. We were treated to a wonderful dinner of all of the fish the boys had caught that day. We enjoyed the dinner, and were sad to bid farewell to one of our tour guides, Mariano. The evening was fantastic, and was a great way to end our stay in Mar Del Plata.
Daniel Betekhtin
P.S. pictures to follow
