I went to the Carlos Gardel museum. A block from my house. Its small and not too amazing. But they offer free tango classes a few times a week that I will conveniently try. I tried to go to the planetarium today ... but because it is a holiday 'dia de la raza' there were families and kids everywhere and a line out of the door ... so I will wait for a more tranquil day. I do miss seeing the stars ... it has been several months since I have seen them for real. A museum visit in the near future will replicate them enough to satisfy until I am in my Kansas plains again. Instead of a crazy hectic museum, I just strolled (still in pain a bit) through the parks ... one thing Argentine´s know how to do and do well is ... picnics.
Tonight I went to Bomba del Tiempo which is a Brazilian drum show. Hippie city. The Konex complex it is held at is like a garage with the roof taken off. Drum beats and dancing and a cloud of smoke above the masses. People selling happy brownies outside while the police direct traffic. For some reason ... I was not really feeling it. The music wasn't way impressive (sometimes it had its moments) and not really my kind of environment. I also had a great spot ... elbow level behind a dancing giant ginger with a rattail ... my face was in danger most of the time.
Note on rattails: they are common here. Men. Women. Dred rattail. Braided rattail. Beaded rattail. Spiral curled rattail. Gotta love it.It has been a weird week of city life ... a lady on the bus asked me if I was pregnant ... a man walking on the sidewalk next to me tried to give me wedding rings he found, then wanted something in return (money or food) ... Analia´s cell phone got stolen on the subway ... some punk little kids approached me in a gang to try and take mine (luckily I had been training for the half marathon) ... its starting to get to me ... about the perfect time for coming home.
Sometimes I feel like this:

Love.

Ahhh Cyndi congrats on the half marathon! So fantastic! I'm glad you got to accomplish one of your life goals in Argentina- that will make for a very epic study abroad story. Much more exciting than a Kansas 1/2 marathon.
ReplyDeleteI thought about in the Manhattan Public library the other day. Otto, Maude and I miss you.
Well done Cyndi, well done! You know, Kirk and I have tentatively agreed to do a marathon together (the time and place of the event is still to be determined). Maybe you can join us. Hahaha. By the way, I love the random photos such as the thumb that is saying "pizza" and the gary coleman-a-saurus.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you finally got to run your half-marathon! I'm so proud of you! Seriously. That's great. I would've been so upset if some people tried to take my cell phone. Did you just run from them, I assume? I can't wait to see you back here. We have so much to catch up on but I won't push you. I know you'll just want to hang out. :)
ReplyDelete1/2 marathons, mate, rat tails, cat calls, mystery street juice, two story groceries, funny grafitti, subways, blood sausage, tango, museums, punks, roomates who didn't grow up in suburban America, host family, dentist chair stores, swine flu, meat, late nights...
ReplyDelete...the stuff stories are made of.