Day 6 in Còrdoba, and everything is starting to progress forward. Finally all the last few days of planning are all panning out into reality now. The reason I'm still here is because of a stupid mistake before leaving San Antonio de Areco; I had accidentally left a bag with half of my clothing back at Rodrigo's house. D'oh! I was planning on leaving here on Saturday night, but because Rodrigo shipped my clothes via ecomienda (economy class), they're not arriving here until tonight at 10:00, an hour and 15 before my bus for San Juan. What a pain in the ass, especially since I've now walked and taken cabs to the bus terminal 16 blocks from here at least 5 times, only to hear about more delays in one form or another. ARGH.
Upon my walking home from the bus terminal, I stopped into a place called Andinas, a tenedor libre (buffet restaurant, lit. ''free fork''), which is one ginormous room stretching far back into the structure, with 6 or so seperate cooking stations and two giant rounds for the various pre-cooked foods, as in any regular American buffet. Tons of food combinations and new words for foods I only knew by sight. I grabbed the first plate and had some paella (a Spanish rice dish with saffron, mussels, fish, and possibly chicken or sausage, or chicken sausage), grabbed a few river fish from the Rìo Paranà, such as surubì and two others whose names I forget, some pork, some squid, and some tripe, a slice of eggplant with mozzarella, and a slice of canneloni. One of the river fish was waaay to fishy, and all three sections of fish still had bones to pick. Second plate was actually a bowl of various stuffed raviolis and gnocchis, only the latter of which did I enjoy. Third plate was for some grapefruit and orange slices, with some red-wine soaked pears, and some carmel covered bananas. MMMMMM. Fourth plate was for dessert, which included flan, a dulce de leche filled log slice, and a couple other things that I was not physically able to consume at this point. A great way to try foods and gorge yourself for $28 pesos.
I came back to the hostel, played some vicious foozball with an Ecuadorian, Spanish, and Argentine, then watched the intense world fùtbol game of Argentina vs. Spain with a large group of ever-arguing fellows.