wasting time

I think this is the first day which was not planned. The day hike was canceled, and nothing else panned out. And in the morning it was raining. What to do? I ended up seeing the museums of Cordoba: the Museo des Bellas Artes, which houses a bunch of Argentinian art in an old mansion design in a french style, including some beautiful art deco tiles of calla lilies, and the Carrafa provincial museum which was devoted to the art of Roberto Julio Viola, a man who seems to have been responsible for the creation of the provincial museum. I ducked into what turned out to be a kind of crappy chain restaurant just in time...there was a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and the skies opened up to a torrential downpour. With the rain the heat broke, and the afternoon, half of which I spent in a movie theatre, was pleasant. At the Museo des Bellas Artes, I had a pleasantly animated chat (in Spanish) with two museum curators. For some strange reason they thought I speak Spanish well (I cant imagine how anyone in their right mind can think this), but, as they said, we are able to communicate. Apparently, we are to some degree. But how? I have two hours or so to pass away before I go to the bus station. The bus leaves 3.5 hours from now at 10:30pm. This is going to take some skill.