At around $11 a night each, our bright one bedroom apartment in the heart of San Telmo was perfect. It was all clean and well maintained, had its own laundry, everything worked and with an on site maintenance / doorman, it was safe. Although, Tristan accidentally locked the keys in one day and the cheeky doorman got in a little too easily with a credit card. We booked it on AirBnb and our host Hector was great. When he couldn’t be there when we arrived he had a close friend welcome us. Photos are here.
We had one key and no mobile phones, so logistics were a little tricky. We had to be home when we said we would so I couldn’t take up offers to go to lunch after yoga et cetera. Once we started working different hours we were lucky enough to be able to leave the keys at the hostel we’d worked at, which was a 30 second walk away.
Within minutes we had everything we needed or wanted. The well-stocked grocery store was directly across the road and something we got very used to if we ran out of anything (like wine). I even bought a shopping bag as a souvenir to remember it by, aaw.
Our standard Malbec ($2.50 a bottle!).
The building has 10 floors and we were on the fourth so it was a quick walk down. On our last day we finally remembered to check out the roof. We hoped for a parilla (communal BBQ), but found a clothes line and great view.
The block was a little noisy, but I got used to it very quickly. People sounded like they were beside me, especially when playing music (often horrible teen-pop!). Some days the dogs had barking wars that make me worry for their throats. I loved the tiny lifts; they shut via two iron expanding doors like you see in the movies. The building also reminded me of my grandparents place in Germany, so I was a little nostalgic.
View directly in front of our door. It says “Ssshh, neighbours are sleeping” because the windows above belong to a cool bar.
View down our street.
Los viajes de Bianca. 