Córdoba aka the Heartland of Argentina

We arrived in the second biggest city of Argentina (after Buenos Aires) on Wednesday evening after a 7 hour bus ride from Rosario. We were staying at the Palenque Hostel, which is on the main street of downtown. I instantly took a liking to Córdoba, as it was alive and bustling with noise and crowds of people on the sidewalk. Our hostel was big and probably had about twenty+ guests all sharing two bathrooms : (
Exhausted, we spent our first night out at dinner and then back to the hostel to watch a movie and head right to bed. The next day, we slept in unfortunately and missed our free breakfast at the hostel. Now that we are out of the capital, we realized that we had to conform to the daily eating customs of the country. Meaning, if we wanted lunch it had to be between the hours of 1-4pm, after 4 there is basically no food/meals available until about 8pm or later. Also, during the hours of 1-4 most businesses are closed, as everyone heads home for their "siesta." Lauren was especially bothered by this haha.
We decided to sightsee the city with a two hour bus tour. It started off at the Plaza San Martin, which was once used for bull fighting and executions. The square was also the sight for the oldest standing Church in the whole country, Iglesia Catedral, which took 200 years to complete after building began in 1574. This area was full of other historical churches, such as the first Jesuit Church in the country, museums and other sights and walkways with cafes and shops. The bus tour continued to other areas that we probably would have never accessed by foot, so we were really glad to have caught the tour. The city is also known for having a large young population, as there are numerous colleges and universities all in close proximities and most of people from the northern provinces all come here to study.
It got pretty hot here on Thursday and Lauren kept asking to get ice cream the whole day, so finally on our walk home from the bus tour we stopped at this one place and she got her two scoop cone. That was until she tripped on the curb crossing the street and fell flat on her face in the middle of the intersection, ice cream smeared all over the crosswalk. Later that evening, still needing to satisfy her need for ice cream, we decided to take another stroll and grab some cones. After finding most of the shops closed, we continued our walk (which I found very safe, as it was the middle of the night yet hoards of people were still out and about, in comparison to Rosario where the streets were dead and kinda scary) to find anything open with ice cream. When we finally found a place, we ordered and then Lauren reached in her pocket only to discover that her money must have fallen out during the walk. Sadly, again, we walked back to the hostel empty handed.
The next day consisted of more walking around on foot and finally sitting down for some ice cream : ) We packed up and left that night for our next stop, Mendoza.