We arrived in Córdoba at around 8PM on Saturday night and were welcomed by heavy rains and flooded streets. People were scattering everywhere to stay as dry as possible. After a short taxi ride, we knocked on the door of our next hostel and were greeted by a handful of backpackers drinking beer and listening to music (we joined in).
About 4 hours by (a lovely) bus is a city of 1 million called Rosario, which is a small version of Buenos Aires; with pretty streets, lots of boutiques, beautiful people, and fresh take-out pasta (a favourite dinner of ours). Rosario is on the Rio Parana, which seperates the city from its frequented beaches. Every half an hour a small ferry crosses the brownish-painted river to a small strip of sand (nothing the same as beautiful Bayswater Beach in Nova Scotia), but a beach nontheless. For the past week we have experienced a lot of rain, and on Friday we awoke to a beautiful bright sunny day, so we packed our backpacks and hit the beach. It was a relaxing afternoon of reading, people watching, and soaking in the sun. Around 5PM, we took the ferry back, walked around town, found Che Guevara's first home, got some fresh take-out pasta and an extra large bottle of vino, and headed back to our very lovely hostel for dinner, drinks and a night on the town with some Porteños (people from Buenos Aires) on vacation. The next day, was cloudy once again, which made getting on yet another bus easier, and we headed to Córdoba. 
We woke up early on Thursday, March 6 and took the ferry back to Argentina from Uruguay. Upon arriving in Buenos Aires, we caught a bus north-west to a lovely city called Rosario. This is the birthplace of Che Guevera. We stayed at the following hostel for two nights, and it turned out to be one of our favorite places to sleep thus far.
We travelled by bus from Montevideo on Thursday morning to Colonia del Sacramento, located a few miles southeast of the confluence of the Uruguay River and the Rio de la Plata. Its historic district has been declared a World Heritage Site to illustrate the successful fusion of styles Portuguese, Spanish and post-colonial. It was the first settlement in what is now considered Uruguayan territory. We stayed at the following hostel while visiting the town.
I know that I left your mouth watering from my last post on steak (for those meat-eaters anyway), so I thought I would endulge you further with Phil's steak in Montevideo. First of all and as a side note, it is important to recognize that eating is perhaps our main activity, it consumes are days while we wonder around a town or travel between places. The food we eat is a cultural symbol of where we are, teaching us about the people, the geography and it's history. And if we don't eat we get cranky. So we have become a custom to looking out for eating opportunities everywhere. And on that note, back to Montevideo. We just had a very nice cafe con leche, in the old part of town as we made our way to the water in Montevideo, when we stumbled upon Marchado del Puerto, which from what we saw, was a market of steakhouses, all with wood buring barbecues and grills absolutely packed with different kinds of meat. It was close to lunch and the place was busy. mostly with locals, so we pulled up a stool and ordred right from the grill. I went with pollo (chicken) and Phil with a steak, and it was absolutely huge, it took up the whole plate, and as Phil would say, enough to feed a family (but he managed to eat every last piece). For the rest of the day and night, we walked off our meals and visited a couple museos, the waterfront, banks (we had trouble finding an open one), and finally restaurants for dinner. We eventaully found one and had lovely fresh pasta, which they are also known for here. It was an interesting day, perhaps the most variable weather day we have every experienced (sun, rain, wind, warm, cold, changing every 5 minutes, a reminder of Halifax but even more variable). Here are a few pictures of what we saw (and eat), the ones of the costumes and the paper mache head are from a colourful Carnival Museo. 
We arrived in Montevideo, Uruguay by ferry/bus from Buenos Aires late at night on Monday, March 4. Upon arrival, we realized that the our reservation was in another town and we had to scramble to find another place to sleep. We found the Hotel Alcazaba at 2AM (strange spot). There were no rooms available upon arrival, but we were assured that if we waited for 20 minutes, we could get one (only had to pay the "half night price") that's great we thought.
One of our priorities in Buenos Aires was to go to a futbol game, and last Sunday we were fortunate enough to catch a River Plate home game. They were playing San Martín de San Juan, from the North West of Argentina. There were 35,000 in attendence, most in the third level of the stadium, and most wearing red and white. Just watching the fans was enough to entertain me; they sang and chanted, hung over the railings, waved flags, danced – it was spectacular. And the futbol game, of course, was entertaining with lots of close calls, men diving all over the place, dramatically recovering from trips and falls, and a score of 3 to 2 for River Plate. It started raining during the second part of the second half, and it just poured which made the crowd sing and chant louder (and take their shirts off, the men anyway). It was great, quite an experience. The only unfortunate thing was the rain was so heavy they did call it off ten mintues before the end, so there will be a rematch (maybe a good thing, it means another game in the season for River Plate fans, which I now consider myself a part of).