Hola mis amigos,
I have had a change of heart, and thus a change of address for where I will be posting my tales of the city of clean air. (The real question is if any city can actually have clean air...)
Speaking of clean air, on Friday we visited an estancia, or campo. Basically we left the city of Buenos Aires for the first time for some fresh air, horse back riding, biking, soccer playing and of course meat eating.
After taking an early morning Spanish test,( so that I will be able to take an art class at the local university), we took a bus an hour away from the smog. Even through the biting cold, the air felt so much better in the campo. A horse drawn carrige brought us to the food hall, where we ate, and ate and ate. Meat followed meat which of course followed meat. (I am sure you get the idea). Anyways after this major feast, we played a scrappy game of soccer on a big open field. It felt very argentine, especially with our local university orientation helpers playing too.
Anyways after this day outdoors, it was followed by an adventure indoors. My mom and dad had just arrived, and we were eating at the only organic place around, Bio, in Palermo Hollywood. Unfortunately the wonderful Californian meal was ruined by the robbery of my popès backpack (including the very valuable HP computer...) Anyways the evening ended in the local police station, where I put my argentine accent to use (not quite sure why the officer kept asking me if I was married or single, but the page long report seemed to satisfy my dad).
The next day things imporved, although it was another grave experience as we visited the Recoleta Cemetary (can you pun on a blog (question mark), oh and this computer does not have a question mark key so...)
After seeing where Eva Peron was burried we took a cab to her museum, in this old converted french mansion. Than we caught a tango show at CafÉ tortoni. Very entertaining although these sensual dancers seemed to be lacking a little bit of the sensuality (could have been the wrinkles tugging on their sex appeal).
Than I left the parents to get some sleep while I headed out on the town. Morgan, Sam (another kid from high school) and I ventured to Asia de Cuba, an uber hip club in Puerto Madero, which is right on the water. We were able to weasle our way past the 50 peso cover charge, which was a good thing as it was definetly not worth it. THe majority of the crowd was pushing 50, with money oozing out of their balding heads. However there was some fairly entertaining acrobats, although I am certain the girls who were performing very sexually were only about 14 years old.
Today (sunday) I did a bici tour of the city, where my hands froze to the handles, and I learned that it is possible to bike in Buenos Aires and not get killed. I met up with my parents in San Telmo to check out the antique fair, and the street tango dancers after a fabulous parisian meal.
Classes start tomorrow (yes I will actually be attending classes!) and then I will hopefully fall into a wonderful routine...
Despite the 'bad' air the city is still buenos buenos to me.
beso
liz
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