As soon as Mom and Ed left for the airport, Antony and I locked ourselves in our apartment and stayed there for nearly 24 hours.This was partly due to the fact that we were shattered and we were also sulking a bit because they had to go. The two weeks or so that we traveled together (they are now 'travelers' and not mere 'holiday makers') were action packed and the last few days in Buenos Aires was no exception.

I think that Ed left off with our tango show and he was right, they did make it look easy.So easy, that we decided to give it a try ourselves the following evening.Before the dance lesson we of course needed to shop (big surprise) but this time we hit one of the best spectacles in town - the San Telmo Antiques Market.It was Easter Sunday and you might have expected a fiercely Catholic country to frown upon such activity, but think again!Buyers and sellers were out in huge numbers but what stole the show was the amount of dusty 'treasures' on display.Mom and I could have stayed all day but the boys were growing weary and needed their hourly steak and wine feed.This just lulled them into a false sense of security because soon we whisked them off in a taxi to go back to Mom's favorite shopping spot in La Boca for one last look.

And then came the dance class… a painfully awkward experience for everyone but Mom who turned out to be somewhat of a dancing nazi. Let's just say that the tango looks easy but is incredibly difficult and best left to the professionals.It didn't help that we were being taught in Spanish and the class consisted of beginners and the mega-advanced.But it was an experience!

For our last day in Buenos Aires, we left the city to explore a nearby area called Tigre which is a huge delta.Our guides were Adriana and Rodrigo who are some friends of a friend and they were so kind to navigate our way there, show us around and answer our never ending questions about the Argentinean lifestyle.Tigre reminded Antony and I of the Mekong Delta (remember back in Vietnam?) with many canals crossing each other and creating little islands for houses, schools, churches and everything else you need in civilized society. Some people live in Tigre but mostly it is a weekend destination for city dwellers and given that we were there on a National holiday, the place was heaving.But we had to pull ourselves away from the sunshine and our new friends so that Mom and Ed could catch their flight home.And they did eventually make it home with apparently many happy memories and not a dollar left in their pockets - the makings of a good time.

And that leads me back to our self-imposed lock in.The following couple of days we stayed in our upgraded apartment which I loved and miss now that I am now staying in a dorm room (a flashpackers' worst nightmare) with a loud snorer who is NOT Antony.When we left the apartment we were mostly consumed with trip administration which means lots of phone calls, internet research and waiting in the American Airlines office for 5 hours.And when our alarm went off at 4:00am and it was storming outside we knew it was time to go. Goodbye BA, hello Patagonia!

Love, R & A

Ps. Pics have been added to the end of the BA album.