Buenos Aires – So much city so little time
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Actually, we had a good amount of time in the city. We stayed a week in Buenos Aires which was about perfect. But it did feel like we could have spent a lot more time there. It was probably our favorite city just to visit. Due to its size and the hot and muggy summers, it was not a prospect for us living there, and as such we were able to enjoy it simply as turistas – and as such it was our solemn duty to enjoy ourselves.
So we did. We looooved Buenos Aires. Transportation was simple, just hop on a subway and go. Taxis weren’t too expensive if something lay off the subway routes. But we didn’t need them much, there were usually subway lines within a few blocks of the main places that we wanted to be. Buenos Aires often reminded us of San Francisco. One of my major beefs with San Francisco, however, is its sucky transport system. Maybe I’m just not familiar with SF’s system, but Buenos Aires definitely has it beat hands down in this area. Which is sad. I really wish I could spend more time in one of the greatest cities in the world, but the traffic and parking are horrendous at best (well, that’s not true, driving through San Francisco at 4 in the morning is great!). Buenos Aires reminded me that subways make me very happy….you avoid all street traffic and usually they are very easy to understand and get you were you want to go quickly. If only SF had a good one! Mmm yes, so where was I? Buenos Aires. Right.
Perhaps the most memorable afternoon was when we walked down to the San Telmo neighborhood, where they shut off one of main streets once a week and people flood the area. In other places with these types of events, the usual thing is to have a bunch of booths filling the streets. It was different in San Telmo, there are musicians, artisans and performers all along the streets. There are booths and vendors down the side streets but the main attractions are the music and dance. There is nothing like tango. The music and the dance are mesmerizing. And I have a new found appreciation for accordions and their players. Growing up, the only association I had with any accordion music was this somewhat pathetic blind man that played melancholic Christmas tunes at the events in Grass Valley and Nevada City. Well, that image got turned on its head…let it be known that accordion players can in fact be cool and amazing! I have never seen anything like it. I was familiar with tango music via the “Waking Life†sound track, but hearing it come alive in the streets was something else entirely. The music has an enchantingly eerie quality that is inescapable. Throughout our stay in Buenos Aires, the songs kept going through my head, even long after we had seen the performances.
(Emily) It seems like a lot happens in the streets of Buenos Aires. One evening, we were trying to find the art museum when we walked by a street that had fun music playing loudly and people milling about everywhere. We were curious, but the museum was about to close, so we stayed on track. It was definitely not my favorite museum, but it had some interesting pieces. After we were kicked out with all the other late comers we wandered back over in the direction of the music. It seemed like some kind of fancy shindig. It wasn’t just music, but DJ’s and spotlights spelling out the names of things and red carpets, champagne being handed out like candy, and all kinds of expensively dressed people mobbing the store fronts. The first store we came across did have something special going on. A famous Argentinian artist had designed some pieces for their store and she was there signing autographs. I tried to go in the store, but I got stopped by a very polite but firm man who wanted to know if I was “on the listâ€. It wasn’t just that store though. The red carpet continued down the street to all kinds of designer stores some that we could actually go in. Although it is a little scary to touch a tank top that costs almost $500.
Then at the other end of the street we noticed a row of policemen and TV cameras everywhere. There were picket signs poking out amongst the gathering crowds. I couldn’t figure out what it all meant. I asked a couple of people in Spanish and got varying bits of information that basically amounted to there was some political figure there, but I didn’t know who or what he was doing there. Finally, I stopped an elegant looking lady who was scowling at the group. She spoke English and explained that he was a man who frequently spoke out for the poor people of Argentina. He often shows up in places where the rich folks are and tries to use the contrast to further his cause. She didn’t seem too impressed with him and proceeded to tell me about how the Shanty towns being built up around the city are basically a blemish and are causing embarrassment. I found her next comment amusing though. She said that many people were concerned that the informal housing would deter tourists from visiting their city, but now there are tours set up specifically to take tourists there to see that part of Argentinian life. She concluded, “Apparently tourists will go look at just about anything!†We also found out from this lady, that this was not some special event. They do this every week.
I loved the fact that there is this crazy world of people and companies that have so much money that they can do whatever they please with it. I also loved how there were people protesting it and reminding everyone that there are many people who have a lot of needs and in light of that, these extravaganzas are absurd. I love that the politicians are allowed to say things like that and that the elegant lady scowled but listened.
(Chris) Well, we saw a lot more in Buenos Aires, but rather than drag this on forever, here is a very very brief summary of the things we liked about Buenos Aires: cool clothes (funky, fashionable and cheap!), steak and grilled meat in general – very tasty and comparably cheap, tango (we saw a formal show and street performances – sexy!), varied food – Chinese, Indian (very good) and Italian (actually, we weren’t so impressed with pasta in Argentina, also, don’t bother getting pizza it seemed to be universally disastrous), did I mention the subway?, dog walkers with 7+ dogs, artists abound, cemetery (imagine a city of the dead…woooo.), art museum, the waterfront. All of those things could use a whole little section to describe our experiences…..But that’s all for now, you’ll just have to trust that we enjoyed ourselves. Except that our hostel room was too hot and did not have air conditioning as advertised. Hrrmf. Life is so tough sometimes :p. It was good actually, because it forced us to spend more time in the city rather than holing up like a hermit like I might be inclined to do.