2/19  The first thing to report is at the airport it's the first time I had a name sign with my name on it waiting for us. Made us feel super cool. It was kind of a late night last night.  The shuttle ride from the airport was uneventful, other than the amazing night sky. Very Montana Big Sky like.  There were no lights for the entire 1 hour ride. Beautiful.  By the time we got to Puerto Madryn, checked in, got our info, got something to eat (at a cozy mexican cantina, where we tried a beetroot spread-yummy), it was midnight. We had the choice of a smaller room with private toilet and shower, or a much bigger room (2 stories) with a private toilet but we have to share the shower with another room.  We picked the bigger room. I told B and G to be careful what they say upstairs, because we can even hear them when they whisper, and evey time they walk or turn over. Guess that is what the ear plugs are for. Ha ha
The first priority this , orning was laundry. Yup, last pair of undies.The way it works is we drop it all off at the lavaderia, where they charge us by the kilo. All Terry and my laundry was 1 kilo for 49 pesos ($10).
Certainly worth it.
After that it was off to explore the town. We stopped in the meat market for our sausqges for tonight. You buy them by the meter. Then we got fresh bread and rolls for lunch and dinner. We came across the vegtable/fruit market which was really tiny, to pick up some fruit for lunch and snacks. I love shopping like this and all in spanish too. Well, it is really broken spanish, but G and I will not speak english. Then we got the rest of our groceries at a supermarket.
Aftering get back, we changed into our swimsuits and walked 5 minutes down the road to the beach.  So different from Rio. The sand is not white and here it is very windy. That is the norm. People bring foldable wind blocks , kind of like a portable cloth wall.  I can see why. The waves are non stop. A background noise all the time. Very different and hard to explain. The water was super cold, but we d3cided we would swim where ever we can. This is the Atlantic Ocean.
As I was laying on the beach when Terry went for a walk to check out the pier, all of a sudden a stray dog licked my face. YUCK. Why always me, who does not like animals? There seem to be strays everywhere.