Correo Argentino

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the mail sorting area. Among the usual letters and packages lay an old, dusty envelope addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Curious, he picked it up—and every word inside seemed directed straight at him. He read on: 'You’ve been delivering here for years, but did you ever notice that one mailbox always stays empty?' The next day, our hero found out—it belonged to himself.

2. Late one night, an employee heard a strange humming coming from inside Correo Argentino's old mail sorting machine. It sounded like a hummingbird trapped inside—a sound so persistent and odd that it couldn't be ignored. Curious, the worker opened the machine and found nothing but a small package wrapped in colorful paper. Curiously unwrapping it, they discovered a note reading: 'Sorry for the noise—just needed a ride.' Turns out, a regular had sent a hummingbird as a surprise!'

3. Early one autumn morning, a postal worker arrived early for her shift and found a mysterious package wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, she opened it only to discover a tiny envelope addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This’. She carefully unfolded the envelope, finding inside a simple note scribbled in pencil: 'Dear Postie, thanks for your service—here’s something for yours!' There was a small bag of freshly baked empanadas. The next day, everyone in town received similar packages with notes reading, 'Correo Argentino: always delivering more than mail.'

4. Early one autumn morning, a postal worker arrived early for her shift and found a mysterious note taped to the front door of Correo Argentino. It read: ‘Today’s mail will arrive not by truck, but by pigeon.’ She opened it cautiously, expecting perhaps some prank from a mischievous colleague. To her surprise, there was just a small envelope addressed to herself. Inside was another note: 'Pigeons are late today.' She laughed, posted the letter on the wall, and waited. Soon enough, neighbors started arriving with their own notes—some serious, others absurdly funny. By noon, Correo Argentino had become an impromptu café where everyone shared their messages until finally, a delivery driver showed up with the real mail, shaking his head and smiling.