JUST AN ILLUSION # 142
Elephantiasis of… – By Gerardo Feldstein
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When you see photos of Buenos Aires, it’s doubtful that you haven’t seen the colorful neighborhood of La Boca. The bright old buildings,shabby restaurants and run down homes that a handful of Portenos still live in today. We toured around La Boca on a Friday evening, and the majority of restaurants and shops were closed, so I suggest to go earlier in the day. The art murals are incredible and ignite that nostalgic feeling of the good ol’ Tango days when Buenos Aires was on fire. La Boca is a must see in Buenos Aires, you can tell why by the photos!
What a remarkable neighborhood! And we love the doggies behind the gate!
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A week after leaving the states I have arrived at my final destination, la residencia de Krause in Córdoba, Argentina. Over the past week, six fellow international students, two ISA staff member, and I have been touring two of Argentina’s most popular cities; Buenos Aires and Rosario.
Buenos Aires is, in a word, alive. It is the 17th largest city in the world, and it shows. This bustling port city has a very rich, proud history. We had the pleasure of visiting some of its most popular points of interest including the Plaza de Mayo, 9 de Julio Avenue, the Obelisk, La Boca, and el Museo de Evita. Eva Perón, the wife of Juan Perón, also better known as Evita, was a celebrated activist for women’s suffrage, the Argentine labor unions, and the Peronist party in the late 1940’s. This exhibit portrays and narrates how dearly Evita is held in the hearts of so many Argentines, following her life from her impoverished youth, to her short radio personality career, and finally to her marriage to Juan, future president of Argentina. The Argentina Congress declared Evita the spiritual leader of the Nation of Argentina after her death in 1952.
In Rosario, we got to see the National Flag Memorial, the Basilica Cathedral, the Cemetario El Salvador, and of course the Paraná River, which is a major port for transportation of goods traveling south toward Buenos Aires.
Finally, getting to Córdoba was an adventure of its own. In the heat of the day, we rolled our luggage into the bus station in Rosario and boarded the double decker bus for a six-hour drive. Leaving the concrete and entering an expanse of fields growing corn, soybeans, and wheat with farm houses situated so quaintly in the middle reminds me so much of my own roots that for a moment I forget how many miles stand between the two landscapes. At the Córdoba bus station our host families met us right off of the buses. The Krause family was very kind to help Meghan, a fellow ISA student who is staying in the same home stay, and I with our luggage. I feel very fortunate to have such a friendly and helpful host family. I couldn’t ask for more.
In all, it has been an incredible week and it’s only going to get better from here. I know that I am going to have so many amazing experiences and I can’t wait to share them! ¡Chau!
Off to a great start, fantastic!
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Beautiful spot, nice shot!
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After catching the ferry across from Colonia in Uruguay, I spent just over a week in Buenos Aires, chilling out with good crew and attending some cracking events. These included La Bomba del Tiempo, the very loose Club 69 and by chance, Día Internacional de los Derechos Humanos y de la Democracia (International Day of Human Rights and Democracy), which we stumbled across after visiting the San Telmo markets. Picture plenty of flags, drums and traditional dancing.
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ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens: High noon. The warm, golden sun washes the city square. You stand alone in your sultry, swishy dress with bared midriff watching the intertwined couples dance lustfully to the romantic and sexy music. A tall, handsome man appears in front of you. He bows gracefully. In a language you don’t comprehend, he asks you to dance. Your reflex is hesitant, until you peer into his deep inviting eyes and roll over his tanned face. Your finger tips touch with electricity as he gracefully escorts you among the other dancers. Your afternoon is consumed in the arms of your stranger to the rhythm of the earthy music, the swish of your skirt, the twists and intertwining of your legs to the sensuous Tango. This happens everyday, only in Buenos Aires!
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One of the first days I was living in Córdoba, I was wandering around, as I usually like to do when I am in a new city and stumbled upon Plaza de la Intendencia (which I would go to many more times for the language group English and Mate that I became a part of). I was sitting there for awhile, people watching (which I also love to do) when a large group of people dressed up in all sorts of costumes started filling into the Plaza.
It ended up being a free circus!!
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This pic is from Salta, in Argentina, on the Teleferico (chair lift) up to San Bernardo, a hill overlooking the city.
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Here it’s me playing video games. I live in the south of Argentina, in a little city called “Río Gallegos”. I love classic games.
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After the brutally hot bus ride from Buenos Aires to Cordoba, Kristie and I arrived at our hostel. We reserved a private room* and ended up with the equivalent of an apartment. Fine by us given our relatively small digs in BA. As we didn’t arrive until 11pm or so, we decided to decline the hostel’s offer for going out at 1:15am, and hit the sack.
Friday and Saturday included coffee, trying to visit a museum dedicated to citizens who disappeared during the 1970s at the time of Argentina’s dictatorship but was inexplicably closed both days, almost attending a Catholic concert at the cathedral on Friday night, walking through some parks that have seen better days, trying to avoid running into the mobs of people on the pedestrian streets and catching some Bond Skyfall action.
Looks like a cool park!
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Quick update from Salta. After a looooong bus ride of 24 hours, we safely arrived in the colonial city of Salta early Saturday morning. We’d been travelling with some Ozzies and an American, but they would go straight on to the salt lakes in Bolivia, what a journey! The Salta region is supposed to be very beautiful, so for us it was our third destination. It took us some time to find a good hostel, as the ones we had sought out in the Lonely Planet did not exist anymore. Finally, we found La Posta, the cutest hostel we’ve been in so far! It feels like a home. We’d been offered coffee straight away and we spent the morning and afternoon chilling in the patio, swinging in the hammock, enjoying the warm sun on my face. Very relaxing. After siesta, we strolled around the town center, which is very pretty and photogenic. We had our first true helados, (ice cream), in the park among hundreds of pigeons, popped into cute shops and discovered an Andes market, where shopkeepers were selling everything from herbs to alpaca clothes to electronics.
Sounds fun and nice shot!
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