Walking home I passed an art gallery. Left me feeling just as helpless about my understanding of art as I tend to feel in New York.. I wonder how strategically those apples were placed.

Stopped by a supermarket and bought a bottle of white wine, 18 is the drinking age.

I found a section of the National University of Cordoba (UNC), where I begin classes on Monday. It is the oldest University in Argentina (1622) and has around 111,000 undergraduate students so the buildings are all around the city. The ones I have seen have captivating beauty.