American Expats in Buenos Aires: Day 2 - The Search for KFC and Wendy's

On day 2 of our Buenos Aires Trip, we took advantage of the hotel’s complimentary breakfast, and it was okay. They didn't have bacon, pancakes or sausages. It was all very Argentine, but then again, beggars can't be choosers. Am I right? 

Then we headed to the Ministry of Education building so I could validate my diploma and transcripts from the U.S. After presenting my paperwork, I was told that there was a chance that my validation might get rejected because my name on the transcript was different from the one on my passport and my Argentine DNI. There was also a discrepancy in the birth date that was on the transcript. In situations like these, I tend to go crazy on people, but as my husband kept reminding me, you get more out of people with patience and kindness than with rage. 

So, I smiled and pleaded that they at least make the attempt to validate the documents. They told me that they would do their best, but there were no guarantees. Either way, I’m going to find out online if the validation was approved in 60 days. If approved, I have to return to Buenos Aires to pick up my proof of validation and come back to Cordoba to present to the university. A lot of money, time and effort went into getting here, so I sure hope that the validation gets approved. 

After we left the Ministry of Education building, we headed to the Alto Palermo mall, which we believed to house a Wendy’s and a KFC restaurant in its food court. Along the way, we found the Ateneo bookstore, which was once an opera house. 

The place was HUGE! There were books, a coffee shop, and the biggest selection of DVDs and CDs we'd seen since we left the States. 

By the time I walked up to the top floor, I looked down the spiral staircase and cringed. It was way too high and I hate heights. My husband is the total opposite. Heights don't bother him. That's probably why he loves roller coasters even though I don't.

We didn’t buy anything at the bookstore, but we took a lot of photos before heading to the mall. By the way, if the photos are too small, click on them, and they'll enlarge. 

We finally made it to the Alto Palermo Mall. On the outside, we noticed that there was a T.G.I.F. restaurant. Since we had already visited another T.G.I.F. the day before, we chose to enjoy Wendy’s or KFC instead. Maybe both at the same time. From past experiences, I can tell you we can handle more than one fast food menu. 

 

We chose Wendy’s because they offered more variety, like chicken Caesar salad, baked potato with melted cheddar and bacon, and chili. While, chicken Caesar salads are possible to find in Cordoba, the other two items are not, and because there aren’t any KFC’s or Wendy’s in Cordoba as of 2012, we chose to splurge. 

We bought practically every item on the menu. People were looking at us like we’d committed the ultimate sin. Gluttony, is it? We didn’t care! We don't believe in that nonsense. We were on cloud 9 with all this food that reminded us of home.

Afterwards, we walked around the mall to burn some of the calories off, but there really wasn’t much that we wanted to buy. Someone told us that the clothes in Buenos Aires are cheaper than in Cordoba, but we’ve found that the prices relatively match. So, after an hour of strolling around the mall, we headed back to the hotel. Of course, we couldn't help ourselves and kept taking photos and selfies.

Eventually, we got tired of walking, so we took an hour nap. We were going to spend the rest of the night in the hotel room watching cable television. Then we thought, we could do that at home. We were in Buenos Aires. We hadn’t seen the city at night. Let’s go out and explore. So we did. 

New York was lively at night. Cordoba on the other hand shuts most of its doors by 7 or 8 p.m., with the exception of the nightlife in Nueva Cordoba, of course. Naturally, I came to Buenos Aires under the impression that it was the second "city that never sleeps". I was so wrong. 

A lot of places in the tourist district (known as La CABA) were shutting their doors by 8 p.m. There weren't even that many people near the obelisk. This proved to be a security issue because we found ourselves in areas where there was practically no one nearby except for a few shady looking characters. So, after taking a few photos and a few close calls with some potentially scary elements, we decided to walk back to the hotel. 

Day 3 of our experience visiting Buenos Aires should be up in a few days. So check back often. In case you missed it, click here to read about our experiences from Day 1.

American Expats in Buenos Aires: Day 1 - The Arrival

A week ago, my husband and I took a trip to Buenos Aires. Our mission? To validate my diploma and transcripts so I could officially attend the university in Argentina next year. The cheapest way for us to get there was by train.  

We bought the “Pullman” class seats, which is like 1st class in Argentina but equivalent to Amtrak’s coach seats in the United States. The cost of each ticket was 89 pesos (15.71 USD). 

Sleeping compartments are available too, but are a bit more expensive. I wouldn’t recommend anything less than the “Pullman” class since the cheaper class doesn’t have well kept, or temperature-controlled compartments, and they tend to attract a shadier group of passengers.

My main complaint about the train was that there was a plastic partition in front of the window which distorted the view. This made it very difficult to film any scenery, but I understood very quickly why the shield was needed. As the train passes through the rural areas, dried tree branches scratch against the side of the train. These plastic partitions were undoubtedly placed there to prevent damage to the glass.

A complete dinner service was about 70 pesos (12.35 in USD) but I opted for a sandwich and a Coke, which was 24 pesos for each of us (4.23 in USD). 

When we finally arrived in Buenos Aires, we picked up our luggage and headed to what I thought would be the street. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to find a station, somewhat similar to Grand Central, albeit 70 percent smaller. There were coffee shops, money exchange centers, stores, and ticket booths. It was quite different from the station in Cordoba, which only has a ticket booth and a bunch of train tracks. 

When we walked out of the station, our jaws dropped! In front of us was this huge city with clean buildings, clean sidewalks and clean streets and lots and lots of people. I looked at my husband and asked him if we’d been magically transported back to New York. In that instance, we knew that B.A. was worlds apart from Cordoba and definitely our new favorite place. 

We hailed a cab and gave him directions to our hotel. The driver quickly refused to take us and said he doesn’t go to the location we specified. At this point, our excitement quickly turned to despair. We thought, “If the cabs don’t go to the hotel, how do we get there? On foot?” We could have used the subway system, but we had been warned that people get mugged or worse all the time. Realizing we weren't in the mood to find out what “worse” was, we took a chance and hailed another cab. This driver had no problem taking us to our hotel.

Along the way we got to see some beautiful buildings. Some of them reminded me of the buildings I’d seen while driving through Miami Beach when I was in my late teens/early 20s. I had this cheese face smile the whole ride to the hotel. Buenos Aires may not have been home, but it sure felt like it. The whole cab ride cost us 30 pesos (5.29 in USD). 

Our check-in at Hotel Mundial was at 3:00 pm but we had arrived in Buenos Aires at 11:00 a.m. We didn’t want to walk around the city with our bulky luggage, so we went into the hotel and asked them if we could check in early. Fortunately, they said yes! 

We quickly headed upstairs to see our room. It was clean, and the bed was fantastic and spacious. The best part was the balcony—well… sort of. The view of the city from up there was incredible, but I’m petrified of heights. I can’t do roller coasters or even climb a ladder without freaking out. I hate heights. There’s no way around it. My knees started to buckle, but I managed to stay out there long enough to take a few photos with my spouse. Afterwards, we showered, changed our clothes, and headed out to explore Buenos Aires.

Only a block away from our hotel, we were startled by a woman who burst out of a Chinese restaurant screaming that someone had stolen her purse. She literally fainted at my feet. Moments like that remind you that in a city like Buenos Aires, you have to be careful. It was the same when we lived in New York. Don’t keep your money in obvious places where someone can easily grab it, like your back pockets. Stay aware of your surroundings, and if someone seems to be getting too close or following you, step into a store, look for a police officer, or move toward a group of people. Despite the incident, we decided to keep exploring and continued taking photos of the city’s buildings.

We eventually made it to a port called “Puerto Madero". There were boats, cannons, bridges and water. We even got to sit with a statue of Carlos Gardel, a famous Argentine singer.

 We may have also spotted Wall-E in the water... but we're not sure. We decided to continue exploring the city, and it was just spectacular!

So, what could have made this experience even better? A TGIF restaurant… and we’d just spotted one.

We were trying to figure out whether to go in or not. I’d checked online and everyone from Argentines to U.S. tourists had given the TGIF restaurants in Buenos Aires a very negative review. So, we figured we’d check the prices at the door first. The meals averaged about 80 pesos (15.00 in USD) as of 2013. 

As luck would have it, we ran into a U.S. soldier who was vacationing in Buenos Aires. At least, he claimed he was. This was his last day here. He told us he was heading back home the next day to prepare for deployment to the Middle East. He invited us to join him for lunch and we had a great time getting to know each other. It was great to speak with a fellow American and even better that we were in a TGIF eating food that we hadn’t had a chance to try since we left the U.S.  

The only negative thing I have to say about the TGIF in Argentina was that they charged us 30 pesos for the use of utensils, the napkins and the use of the sauces. That’s something that TGIF has never done in the States. Everything else was great.

After we parted ways with our new friend, we started heading back to the hotel. Along the way we took some more photos. We even found a Staples. Alright, so it's not like there aren't any office supply stores in Cordoba, but come on! It's a Staples! Anyway, we continued exploring B.A., even though our feet hurt from walking so much!

 

 

 

By the time we got back to our hotel, we were exhausted, which was unfortunate because there was still so much we wanted to experience. I also have a lot more to share about our Buenos Aires trip, but it’s too much to fit into a single post. So I’ll be breaking it down into several entries that I’ll publish over the next few weeks.

So stay tuned! 

Day 2 of our trip is available to read here.