|El Cabildo. They have to paint it every week due to graffiti|
|La Casa Rosada, the equivalent to our White House|
The two of us walked from there to a tango school, where we met up with Marlon for FOUR HOURS of dance. An hour and a half of tango lessons immediately followed by an hour and a half of salsa lessons immediately followed by an hour of practice. As anyone reading this probably knows, dancing in general is hard enough for me. Picture me at Junior Miss practice, and then add to that me trying to learn in a foreign language. Yeah not good. I had a blast, but I feel bad for everyone who had to dance with me.