I went to school again in the morning where I learnt a lot about verbs.

At lunch time we went to get some more empenadas and we went down to the harbour to eat them and enjoy the sunshine.

Afterwards we went to the Plaza de Mayo to see the Asociación Madres de Pls a de Mayo. This happens every Thursday at 3pm.

The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo is an association of Argentine mothers whose children “disappeared” during the state terrorism of the military dictatorship, between 1976 and 1983. They organised the association to try to find out what had happened to their children, and began to march in 1977 at the Plaza in front of the presidential palace, in public defiance of the government’s state terrorism which was intended to silence all opposition. It is thought around 30,000 children ‘disappeared during this time and these children were tortured and killed. There are now only a few of the original mother’s left but other people come and support them.

It was actually quite moving and emotional – these mothers will never know exactly what happened to their children or where their bodies are.

Following this I went with Joe to the metropolitan cathedral. It’s an impressive building and Pope Benedict was cardinal here.

In the evening a few people came over to mine for wine and beers (Monique, Joe, Mike, Merlin, Andy and Toby). Around 10pm we went to a speakeasy bar – Floreria Atlantico. It looks like florist shop from the street but you walk through a fridge and it takes you down some stairs to the bar. It was a really cool place.

Part of our homework was to interview a native Spanish speaking person and record it. So I asked the lady upstairs on the bar to do the interview and luckily she said yes. It went ok – although I didn’t completely understand all of her answers.