Thursday, March 24, 2011

Wrapping up Buenos Aires


This week we left Buenos Aires and headed down to southern Argentina.  As we swap warm days and chaotic city life for the chilly, remote wilderness of Patagonia, we wanted to close the first leg of our trip by sharing some of our favorite memories of Buenos Aires and a few of the things we won’t miss at all.

Favorites

Tango
After becoming accomplished tango dancers through an 8-week course of beginner tango lessons in Cinci prior to our trip, Mike and I were eager to hit the dance floor in the tango capital of the world.  All the guidebooks talked about dance halls with strict etiquette where a casual glance could be misinterpreted as an invitation to dance.  Although this made me a little nervous, we finally got up the nerve to check out a place near our house.  In the basement of the local Armenian Cultural Center, it didn’t sound intimidating.  Although the atmosphere was a little reminiscent of a high school dance in the school cafeteria (dark lights, a few balloons, tables around the outside), this place was packed every night and included instruction in Spanish followed by lots of opportunities to dance.  We went back several times and can’t wait to bust out our tango moves at weddings (Daniel – watch out!).  While we don’t have any pics of us dancing, here are a few of from the place:

The Buenos Aires Zoo and Botanical Gardens
I felt a little ashamed going here since I haven’t visited the Cincinnati Zoo in a long time, but we were curious to see what it was like.  We ended up having an excellent time driven primarily by one thing – we got to feed lots of animals.  Although I’m sure the zookeepers in Cincinnati would be appalled, apparently here, feeding the animals isn’t off limits.  Most cages would have a little chute that you could throw food down to the animals…monkeys, zebras (we fed the zebra by hand), kangaroos…you name it, we fed it.  The other highlight was two strange types of animals roaming the grounds (like peacocks do in US zoos).  One looked like a giant rat/otter/woodchuck while the other looked like a giant rabbit thingy.  The botanical gardens were across from the zoo and a lovely retreat from the traffic and noise of BA plus there were lots of cats to feed.





Spanglish
Much to my dismay and Mike’s excitement, a company in Buenos Aires hosts events daily that are the speed dating for language nerds.  Here’s how it works: Want to practice your Spanish?  At the event you get paired with someone who wants to practice English.  Each pair spends 5 minutes talking in English, then 5 in Spanish.  After this is up, one person moves a table down and you repeat 5 times.  It’s a great idea and Mike really enjoyed practicing the Spanish he has been learning over the past few months.  However, as my Spanish is more random Italian words interspersed with “Lo siento, no comprendo” (I’m sorry, I don’t understand), this was definitely a challenge for me (although I did great at the English portion!).  Here are a few of the people we met at one of the events and Mike practicing Spanish (it has become an obsession for him).




These don’t warrant long descriptions, but here are a few of our other BA favorites:

  • The weather – sunny, 80, and minimal humidity
  • Yogurt milk – not sure what this is really called, but this is what we called it.  Yogurt in a bag that you poured in a cup and drank.  It was a great addition to breakfast.
  • Beautiful, varied architecture and multi-colored buildings – here is a pic from our neighborhood
  • Inexpensive wine – it seems like they only sell Argentine wine here, but we aren’t complaining.  A delicious bottle of Malbec typically costs only $5.  We can’t wait till we get to Mendoza where we can sample at the actual vineyards!
  • Fresh bread every day – a bakery down the street sold fresh baked bread for slightly over $1 per loaf.  I will really miss this when we are back in the States
  • Interesting graffiti


Not our Favorites
In general there wasn’t much we that drove us crazy, but here are a few:
  • Dog poop on the sidewalks – Everywhere.  People never clean up after their pooches and there are a lot of dogs around her.  Dog walkers with up to 8 canines will decimate large chunks of sidewalk in seconds.
  • City Juice –  In addition to doggie poo, you constantly had to watch out for loose sidewalk tiles that would splash "city juice" (gross water that was been festering for an undetermined amounts of time) on you if you stepped on one. 
  • Keys/Locks – they use these huge, old fashioned keys here and we had to unlock 4 doors to get to our apartment.  You can’t lock or unlock the door without the key…seemed like a fire hazard to us so we always kept the key in the door at night so we wouldn’t be locked in
  • No stop signs – in theory, you have the right of way if you are coming from the right, but it seems more like a game of chicken


  • Table service charge – everywhere you eat in BA, they charge you a “Cubierto” for the table and bread.  Sometimes it was as much as $5 per person and you never knew how much it would be.  Luckily, outside of BA this doesn’t seem to be a problem.
  • Ham Sandwiches (or really ham in general) – I always thought of Argentina as the land of beef, but actually it is the home to all things ham.   It seems like this is the only option for sandwiches (no one has heard of turkey lunch meat).  At some restaurants they would literally have 12 sandwich varieties and every single one would be ham with something else.  I will never eat ham again!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Dancing Gringo



When I think of Carnival I think of a big, expensive production in a big city, like Rio De Janeiro or New Orleans.  I think of the blood, sweat, and tears that each entertainer puts into the performance.   I think of the hours of practice and choreography.  I think of beautiful Brazilian women wearing almost no clothes, moving their bodies in mysterious ways.   I’m actually thinking about that right now……still thinking about that…still thi…  *SMACK* - that sound you heard was Pauline’s open fist hitting the back of my head.

Well, the Carnival we saw was nothing like that.  Each neighborhood in Buenos Aires has a local show, no one huge show for the entire city.  It’s basically a family-oriented cookout with lots of great dancing and hypnotic music….seriously hypnotic music.  Even Pauline was dancing.  It was the second time I have seen Pauline dance (and the first time since the millennium), so by my calculations, Pauline gets “jiggy with it” approximately once a century.






A cool tradition they have at Carnival is that they sell canisters of this aerosol spray foam. It’s like silly string except it’s a very wet, soapy foam. Every little kid (approx 150 ) has multiple cans.  Teens and adults have cans as well, but this demographic only uses the wet foam as a means of self defense against 8 year old girls who are dressed up as princesses.  These princesses will spray anyone with reckless abandon, even people who are just visitors in their country and who don’t want to get wet right now.  Prominently displayed on the wet foam can is a warning, which says (in Spanish) don’t spray in people’s ojos (eyes),  boca (mouth), or rostro (????).   I mention this because those are the only places that little kids will spray people.  Every minute, a little kid will start to cry, his/her mom will run over and wipe the foam out of their eyes, then the kid will locate his can and spray a random person in the eyes, mouth, and rostro.


One of many princesses running around
YAY! for spray foam!

So the title of this post is the Dancing Gringo.  So what’s that all about?   Well, against my will and my better judgment, I was coaxed into joining the parade by one of the dancers. In college I was known as “The Dancing Machine”, but that was many fortnights ago, and I was worried I’d be a little rusty and possibly hurt my hip.  Well I wasn’t rusty.  I still got it!   I was doing flips and stuff, but Pauline didn’t record that, she only recorded me at the end here doing a dance that can best be described as an impression of an inebriated Brontosaurus.


Monday, March 14, 2011

36 Hours in Uruguay


Plaza di Armas - Colonia del Sacramento

Our alarm goes off at 5:30 AM and Mike and I grudgingly roll out of bed…whose idea was it to take a ferry to Uruguay at 7:45 the day after Fat Tuesday.  At that moment, I was definitely blaming Mike, but to be fair, it was a great idea.  The day before he had realized that our travel plans wouldn’t get us to Uruguay (and our only opportunity to hit up a beach) until April which is like October in the US…hardly the best time for hanging out at the beach.  After checking the weather around noon on Tuesday and realizing the next 2 days were going perfect beach weather, we booked ferry tickets to Colonia del Sacramento.

After a one hour ferry ride, we reached Colonia.  Colonia is a charming, sleepy town.  It was originally a Portuguese, then Spanish settlement, and is the oldest town in Uruguay.  It sits across the Rio de la Plata (where the Uruguay River and the ParanĂ¡ River flow into the Atlantic) from Buenos Aires so it is a popular destination to escape to craziness of Buenos Aires. 

Here are a few of the highlights of our trip:

Dog Beach - where I learned that Mike is very attractive to dogs 
We couldn’t check into our hostel until 1 pm so we headed down to a tiny beach about 2 blocks away to hang out for a few hours.  There were several dogs walking around the beach when we arrived and they took an immediate liking to Mike.  One managed, among other things, to lay on Mike’s towel, drip water on him, and even lick his head (I think the pictures below say it all).  When we finally left to go eat, the dogs followed us right onto the main street of town.  We kept trying to lose our uninvited entourage, but they were not to be dissuaded.  We tried hiding in a bank for a few minutes, but they just curled up on the pavement until we returned.  Finally we lost them through some advanced maneuvering.  Later while sitting in a restaurant, the one most in love with Mike walked by and paused right outside the open restaurant window (they had been looking for us).  Luckily Mike had just run to the restroom so I think it fooled him.  Otherwise, I’m sure he would have walked right into the open restaurant door!

Mike's mistake: Petting a wet dog while he drips on your towel
The consequences of Mike's mistake (notice the 3 dogs sleeping around Mike in picture on right)

BarrĂ­o Historico
This is the historic part of Colonia that makes you feel like you’ve stepped back in time.  Small, winding, cobblestone streets are lined with beautiful little Portuguese styled homes.  Some of the buildings, as well as the tiled street signs, reminded of us of our trip to Macau (another Portuguese colony).  We walked around for a while, took way too many pictures, then stopped for some ice cream.  Finally about 10:30, we went out for some dinner.  We dined outdoors by candlelight at a place called El Drugstore (I have no idea where they came up with this name).  We have some really good Uruguayan wine (who knew they had good wine?) to wrap up a wonderful day. 



Playa Fernando
The best beach near Colonia is about 2km outside of the city so we rented some bikes and headed out there.  About 15 minutes into our ride, on a small side street, Mike’s chain came off his bike.  A woman rushed out of her house with some tools and proceeded to take over trying to fix it for us.  The people were so kind and friendly!  We finally made it to the beach, which was amazing.  There were less than 20 people on the entire beach (which was huge) and the water was pretty warm.  One thing we discovered pretty quickly…this wasn’t actually the ocean!  The water wasn’t salty at all.  We aren’t totally sure why not as we are definitely in water that hits the ocean.  Our hypothesis (and all you scientists reading our blog feel free to leave us a comment with the correct answer) is that the water coming out of the rivers is pushing out into the ocean and the waters haven’t blended at that point, but honestly we have no idea.  Anyway, it was the highlight of our trip to Uruguay and definitely worth the scramble to get out here before the weather turned cold.

Biking to the beach through the Uruguayan countryside


At Playa Fernando...we saw people drinking mate on the beach (see center photo)