Gastón invited us to his friend Marcelo's island.
So now Nile has been in a car, on a plane, in a boat ... we will have to take her on a train soon.
We rode in Marcelo's speedboat about 20 minutes to the island. The island is in Tigre, off the coast northwest of the city and at the confluence of the river and ocean.
Gastón, Marcelo and some other guests had spent the night on the island and made the trip back to pick us up for the day.
Foo-fee is Cocoa's mother. She has borne 60 puppies in her life, and has a very strong maternal instinct. She displayed it toward the cat, trying to get it to nurse on her (!) and when I was nursing Nile, she stood protectively by me, barking at Cocoa to get him to take his solicitations for petting elsewhere.
Jose, the groundskeeper (above), walked Nile across first to entrust her to the care of the waiting houseguests.
He returned with a pair of rainboots and we each took a turn wearing them to wade across to the house.
The property has the most beautiful flowers, true "late bloomers," as it is nearly winter here in the Southern Hemisphere.
We said goodbye to Cocoa.
We sped, noisily, reggaetón blaring, through the night toward the lights of the city.