Age of Aquarius

Liz and I split up today for a little bit to have our own adventures after a little sightseeing. In the morning we visited a church called the Parroquia Sagrado Corazon de Jesus, which is very close to our hostel.

It was finished in 1934 and has a glaring neo gothic oddity, its missing steeple which was intentionally left out to symbolize human imperfection.

The interior has beautiful stained glass, thick white marble, and high arching ceilings painted with a royal blue and gold leaf stars.

Across the street from the church is a little shopping center square with some beautiful iron sculptures. My favorite was a little man on his horse. He was constructed what looked like stray bolts and nails and twisted horse shoes.




After walking for a ways together we split up and I found a bookstore which sold books in English. I picked up a novel on Che Guervara and a book of Ray Bradbury´s best stories. So im pretty happy with that. I then walked the short distance to the Plaza San Martin, where I had a lovely little conversation while pearched on my park bench feeding the pidgons with an old Italian man, Andrea Abrescia, about Theology and the meaning of life. He was an interesting character who is now retired but once taught Theology in British and French universities, has several books published on the subect, and claims to be the second best informed theologist in the world. God himself being the first of course, as was explianed to me, along with the meaning of life, haha. He was a very intriguing little old man who now writes poetry and lounges around the plazas of Cordoba thinking and writing. I got his address and phone number and an invitation for Liz and I to attend his latest poetry reading this Thursday.

XOXOX