|Tower of the English - Argentina's mini Big Ben courtesy of Britain|
|Monument Of The Lives Lost During the Falkland/Malvinas War|
Afterwards, we headed to the Ministry of Education to retrieve my validation. An hour later, I was called into a cubicle and given the validation certificate.
Unfortunately, nothing has ever gone smoothly since I set foot in Argentina, and this time was no different. Before I left, the clerk told me that I had to go to another Ministry of Education in Avenida de Mayo to have the certificate he just provided me legalized. If I failed to do this, the validation would have no value at the National University of Cordoba where I plan to attend next year. I came out of there feeling a little pissed.
I had a panic attack because I thought this would take more time, and that I wouldn’t be able to return to Cordoba with my validation. I ended up spending 50 pesos to get to Avenida de Mayo. Traffic was horrible, but I made it. Before I went in, I told my spouse that if this didn’t work, I was going to call his family and beg them to let us move back to the Bronx. Why would I ask this? Because my parents, who have helped us survive in Argentina over the past 16 months, had only one demand in exchange for us staying here and giving us our own home. I had to study and get my degree. If I failed, who knows how they’d react? Failure was not an option. So, I went in, took a number and waited. Ten minutes later, my number was called and I presented my certificate at the window where the clerk legalized it and told me I was done.
After KFC, we headed for the TGIF restaurant outside the mall for some drinks and dessert. This is the second TGIF I’ve been in. The last one I visited was in Puerto Madero back in August. The service was great, and unlike the last time, I wasn’t charged a 30-peso fee for using the utensils.
We almost missed the bus because we were waiting at the wrong terminal lane, but we made it within seconds to spare.
|Anti-anxiety meds and Whisky = bad mix|