Oktoberfest was zer gut, and we drank a fair amount of cervezas from some fine cervezerias artesenales. We spun the wheel of fortuna many times and Elisabeth and Adam won with every spin. The tiendas de cerveza actually stopped serving bebidas relatively early (like midnight or so), so Las Norwegas y yo went back to the hostel for a little while & attempted discussion with the 18-year-old Argentinos drinking fernet y coca. And then we went to a nightclub & etc, etc.

Tori and Elisabeth and I went to Cordoba the next day and found a contemporary art museum, which I liked, and a heladeria where I forgot about the metric system and ended up with a whole lot of ice cream (which I ate, thank you very much). We walked through a massive outdoor church service in downtown Cordoba and saw a couple sights while killing time before heading back to the bus station.

And then we got in our fancy bus camas and dreamt the whole way home.