Goodmorning, well here I am sitting in a funky little cafe with Spanish rock music playing in San Antonia de Abrec. What a gorgeous little town this. Every street is a painting with overhanging trees, pink and white Spanish style flat topped buildings and cobbled pavements. It´s so peaceful here or at least it was until we rocked up to the dusty little bus station yesterday afternoon. Paul is presently sitting on a bench in the central plaza while the boys run around the gardens and band stand. Our accommodation is lovely. It´s an adobe coloured villa with a large garden out the back complete with hammocks and swing seats. We sat out there in the late evening sun last night eating salami, crackers, cheese and chippies with a beer while the boys ran round like nutters. Bliss! On the downside our room is smallish and right next to the owners. The floors are tiled and the boys woke up at 6.30am this morning and even though by our standard their noise levels were quite tame they were amplified by the tiles and we got a knock on the door. We took them into the lounge and popped the tele on until breakfast was ready. Strong coffee, soft flaky croissants, homemade apricot jam and buttery rolls. We stuffed ourselves silly. Paul took the boys outside into the garden while I went back to our room to tidy up and make beds. He returned about 15 minutes with a beligerant Josh and Daniel who had been smashing tiles down the back of the garden and gotten a big telling off from the owner of the hostal. Paul had turned his back for half a second. I feel we spend a lot of time at the moment saying BOYS! Stop it. We are looking forward to getting into some self contained bungalows we have booked in Urguay so they can make as much noise as they want. We really want to kick back here for a couple more nights so I think we may have to grovel to the owner of the hostal re the tiles as the only alternative accommodation are pricey hotels. As for Rosario, we so enjoyed having french doors and a balcony. It was lovely to look out over the plaza at night. Okay so it wasn´t quite like Room with A View but close enough for us. The city itself was relatively affluent and very much a working city. There was an impressive monument near the river housing the crypt of Argentina´s flag designer. We wandered down to the river to watch people fishing but then Paul pointed in horror to raw sewerage floating down stream nearby this was a split second before glancing over to find the boys poking at something nasty with sticks AAAGH! On that note I shall love you and leave you with the knowledge that we shant be eating fish for awhile xox