Buenos Aires - El Conquistador

This is what a hotel ought to be like. It was simply wonderful to walk into a hotel and feel like you were back vacationing in the states. Granted, the towels were uncharacteristically thin and the workers all spoke Spanish, but there was a bathtub, we could flush toilet paper, and the rooms were cleaned daily while we were there. It’s the little things that can make a vacation.

A real bath (not in an oversized bowl from the grocery store)!

View of the hotel from the street (our room's window is right next to the "s" in conquistador)

Bailey – of course – shared our room, but we were able to finagle the pack-and-play to fit between the curtain and it’s lining so that the sun was blocked from the window and she couldn’t see into the room either. It made naptimes go much more smoothly as we were still able to move (quietly) around the room without disturbing her.

The first night we were there, it was WAY past Bailey’s bedtime, but we still hadn’t eaten dinner. I volunteered to stay in the room with Bailey while they went to eat. I told Brandon that I wasn’t all that hungry; I’ll just take a nice long bath and go to bed without anything more to eat. Well, he wouldn’t have that, so he ordered something for me to eat from the bar/restaurant downstairs. When the server arrived with my tray, I was flabbergasted. What part of “I’m not that hungry” didn’t he get? :)

Every morning the hotel offered a continental buffet breakfast and one of the waiters was especially helpful with Bailey. Once he learned her name, Aldo couldn’t get enough of her, bringing her a high chair, getting water for her sippy cup, bringing a plate of peaches from the back once we’d eaten all the ones out of the fruit salad on the buffet line. Thanks, Aldo!