Argentina

I have a big birthday this year. 60. So an impressive trip was planned. Once again we signed up with OAT. My birthday, my choice. So it’s off to Argentina and Chile. Most of the trip will be in Patagonia, some of it will be aboard a small ship, sailing through southern fjords.

Although I’m turning 60, I’m the youngest one in our group. I’m a little surprised, seeing that this is a rigorous trip.

We are spending two days in Buenos Aires, and yes Tango is everywhere. We were taught the basic steps, but no way could I dance like this. This was just out on the street, right as the rain started. We have seen other dancers, so beautiful.

We visited La Boca, us and hundreds of other people in the rain. It is an adorable tourist area. But 45 minutes was enough. When I was younger I loved picking up souvenirs. Not saying I won’t buy anything, but I’m enjoying my photos as souvenirs. Of course, if I come across real handmade items, I might purchase, especially if it is textile related.

Originally these haphazard buildings were built out of found materials. This area was by the old port, so not only did some of the materials come as ballast on ships. The residents would pick up the leftover paints as well, these days the buildings are kept bright and colorful because it makes the area recognizable.

Many cities try to create fun tourist areas. It’s nice when the unique characteristics are based in the history of the area. It’s also nice that tourism is keeping these traditions alive. Otherwise they would have bulldozed these buildings long ago and built bland office or apartments in their place.

Loving the details!

We went to Tortino cafe. An Art nouveau cafe that is 160 years old. We waited about 40 minutes to get inside. It was beautiful, the food was meh. I’ve had much better empanadas in Los Angeles. Often the experience isn’t about 5e quality of food.

We have been having some very interesting history lessons, the mothers of May Square. These are the brave mothers of the 30,000 Argentinians who were murdered and disappeared under the dictatorship from 1976-84. Originally they wore a cloth diaper on their heads as they marched around the square, this became their symbol. It is fascinating to get historical context, of high Argentina has plenty!

Leah

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