Hey Kiddies!
I´m making good on my promise to blog on my experience here in Argentina. And this is where its going to be at, so bookmark, remember scribble on that stack of infrequently used stick notes underneath the monitor (Dad) and be entertained.
So I´ve done a week here already. Whoa. I would say that time has flown, but it really hasn´t. It´s been a pretty long seeming week, full of fun and failure of the most publicly embarrassing kind.
There´s been a lot going on, so I´ll save myself the work and just randomly assemble some sort of vignettey sort of list of things that I´ve seen/experienced.
I had all my skepticism about the actual sensuality of tango be blasted away when I saw a pair of dancers at a street market. Though it defies all rational process, it turns out that having a women in very slitty dress run her heel clad foot up your shin is the most sexual motion in the history of dance.
I have been briefly to the Recoleta, Buenos Aire´s famous and beautiful graveyard-city. It turned out to be closing just about as soon as I arrived, but I return tomorrow, so I should have some pictures and some hyperbole about what it was like.
I went on run today to go find the Rio de Plata, the world´s widest river. While that was a pretty cool sight in itself, a great foggy expanse of water with no perceptible end, it kind of paled in comparison to one of its riverside attractions, Tierra Santa.
Tierra Santa is, as I deciphered from the fancy Charleston Heston stone tablet doodad outside, is the world´s first religious theme park! From the outside, I could see a large fake mound with large probably fake crucified Jesus and two thieves atop it. There also appeared to be some Roman Centurions outside, keeping the peace and tearing tickets. I will report on this wonderful expression of Latin American religiosity as soon as I stop laughing long enough to buy a ticket.
Last night I embarked on a journey to navigate the subte (subway) system here and find the much lauded Club Thelonious (pronounced Cloob Tay-lohn-ee-ooss) hip jazz bar in a swanky neighborhood. I, after an arduous search, found the city´s Italian heritage in the form of music and some seriously serious making out I witnessed taking place on the couches.
Speaking of public transit, I have successfully bungled my way through the city´s system of buses. That #### is hard. Anyone coming to BA (as the hip guidebooks refer to it) should definitely see if they can acquire lots of change in advance, as a weird twist of economy and public transit has made coins rather scarce here and nobody likes to part with them.
Anyway, maybe next post will have some general observations about Buenos Aires or what I´ve done lately, its all pretty exciting.
And yes mom, I do have a cell phone.
Nathan
I´m making good on my promise to blog on my experience here in Argentina. And this is where its going to be at, so bookmark, remember scribble on that stack of infrequently used stick notes underneath the monitor (Dad) and be entertained.
So I´ve done a week here already. Whoa. I would say that time has flown, but it really hasn´t. It´s been a pretty long seeming week, full of fun and failure of the most publicly embarrassing kind.
There´s been a lot going on, so I´ll save myself the work and just randomly assemble some sort of vignettey sort of list of things that I´ve seen/experienced.
I had all my skepticism about the actual sensuality of tango be blasted away when I saw a pair of dancers at a street market. Though it defies all rational process, it turns out that having a women in very slitty dress run her heel clad foot up your shin is the most sexual motion in the history of dance.
I have been briefly to the Recoleta, Buenos Aire´s famous and beautiful graveyard-city. It turned out to be closing just about as soon as I arrived, but I return tomorrow, so I should have some pictures and some hyperbole about what it was like.
I went on run today to go find the Rio de Plata, the world´s widest river. While that was a pretty cool sight in itself, a great foggy expanse of water with no perceptible end, it kind of paled in comparison to one of its riverside attractions, Tierra Santa.
Tierra Santa is, as I deciphered from the fancy Charleston Heston stone tablet doodad outside, is the world´s first religious theme park! From the outside, I could see a large fake mound with large probably fake crucified Jesus and two thieves atop it. There also appeared to be some Roman Centurions outside, keeping the peace and tearing tickets. I will report on this wonderful expression of Latin American religiosity as soon as I stop laughing long enough to buy a ticket.
Last night I embarked on a journey to navigate the subte (subway) system here and find the much lauded Club Thelonious (pronounced Cloob Tay-lohn-ee-ooss) hip jazz bar in a swanky neighborhood. I, after an arduous search, found the city´s Italian heritage in the form of music and some seriously serious making out I witnessed taking place on the couches.
Speaking of public transit, I have successfully bungled my way through the city´s system of buses. That #### is hard. Anyone coming to BA (as the hip guidebooks refer to it) should definitely see if they can acquire lots of change in advance, as a weird twist of economy and public transit has made coins rather scarce here and nobody likes to part with them.
Anyway, maybe next post will have some general observations about Buenos Aires or what I´ve done lately, its all pretty exciting.
And yes mom, I do have a cell phone.
Nathan
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PS you are still funny, good to know:)