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Monday, 01 May 2006

Mansion Dandi Royal, Buenos Aires

Written by  Christina Kay Bolton
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Ahh, the pleasures of staying in an old mansion in Buenos Aires. Every detail is accounted for here at a price you could never find in the US. When we arrived, we ended up walking right past it. Fortunately, the doorman came out after us and when we stopped to check the address, there he was, gathering up our bags and waving us back. The hot buzz of Buenos Aires faded

 

 

Ahh, the pleasures of staying in an old mansion in Buenos Aires. Every detail is accounted for here at a price you could never find in the US. When we arrived, we ended up walking right past it. Fortunately, the doorman came out after us and when we stopped to check the address, there he was, gathering up our bags and waving us back.

 

The hot buzz of Buenos Aires faded as we stepped up the cool marble walled stairway after the doorman who was totting our bags. As we entered the richly furnished entrance hall, my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, dark wood, and tango murals. We were offered drinks on the velvet couches in the lounge before checking in, which was perfect after a long taxi ride. The people were gracious and helpful and showed us to our room.


imageOn first glance our room was perfect, filled with antiques, immense windows, and incredibly tall ceilings with scalloped edges. It had two twin beds pushed together to make one large bed, which was not ideal, but seems customary in South America. After about three weeks in SA, it seemed perfectly fine to us. The marble bathroom had a claw foot tub, an old fashioned toilet with the tank up high on the wall, and gold fixtures.


The problem I have with staying in a gorgeous place is that I don’t want my boyfriend being a slob. So, I immediately began negotiating with him about trying to keep the feel of the room intact. In other words, leave your stuff in the suitcase inside the closet. After telling him he could throw his stuff around at the next place we went to and getting him to shove his dirty laundry under the bed, we were off to the shower.

 

There turned out to be a big problem with the plumbing. The shower pressure was good and the water was hot, but somehow large amounts of water ended up on the floor. I, of course, blamed him, but the same thing happened when it was my turn. So, after our failed attempts to mop it all up with the many towels provided in the bathroom, we informed the front desk. They said it happens all the time and its just old plumbing (it would have been nice to be informed though!). They also said they’d send a maid right up to clean it up. When we arrived home again, everything was perfect.

 

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