Hoy se concluye un viaje mio muy largo a la capital de Argentina, Buenos Aires. La verdad que si es una ciudad muy linda. La recomiendo. Ahora estoy en Santiago y pense en organizar algunas memorias para vos, que se yo. Cachai weon?
Mar 4, 14:38 Today I came to the biblioteca nacional, but I would say entering feels more like I am at the airport. Well mostly since I had to give my passport to enter. Then I needed to show the scanner card to a front desk person, then I needed to go to another desk to declare what I had in my bag, and what brand my laptop was and what floor I will be going to.
I now face north-east toward the Río de la Plata. The water looks very muddy, like I just looked into the distance and it looked like there were boats sailing on land.
"The Río de la Plata, also called the River Plate or La Plata River in English, is the estuary formed by the confluence of the Uruguay River and the Paraná River at Punta Gorda. It empties into the Atlantic Ocean and forms a funnel-shaped indentation on the southeastern coastline of South America. It is often called the widest estuary in the world."
May 08, 16:59
Woke up in argentina, your boy gives you a call says if we can move up the lunch meeting, you spring out of bed and haul an uber moto to palermo. cleaning out your pants from the day before you find handfuls of alfajor wrappers and mercado pago receipts.
May 08, 04:39
Mi Uber driver me dijo que básicamente es un tiempo muy difícil en el país. En sus 54 años, ha visto la misma cosa. Cree que en lo que sigue, va a ser mas de lo mismo. Me dice que todo está bien si tienen fútbol, el asado y el santo feriado
May 08, 22:06
Today was an interesting one, spent most of it traversing the city. I bolted out of the hobby cafe to try and get a postcard sent out with correo argentina. I got there 30 minutes before they closed only to find them placing the lock on the door. So yes a single window of my day closed, and the day continues. I figured I would buy the postcard while I was on Santa Fe, so I went to the pop-up booth and got one. Continued my walk down the street. Today is peak fall and had everything you expect to come with it. Ran into a march of some sort. I couldn't make out of what it was honestly. It just seems that this city really does show up for the civic activities. Its a sense of motion and liveness. Then started walking south on Juan B Justo. Then went to the local economic eatery for the dish of the day, Guiso de Mondongo and a glass of wine.
May 09, 21:22
mate is a logistics gift from the gods, and the yanquis got no mf clue
making mate
pack the yerba to one side of the gourd, tilt and cover the opening, shake gently until it holds its shape.
cold water first, then let it rest at an angle for a few minutes
insert the bombilla against the pile. hot water from the thermos. not boiling. once placed, don't touch the straw.
one person is the cebador and does all the pouring and passing. the first pour is usually theirs.
pours go into the empty space beside the bombilla. each pass, the water edges closer to the dry mountain.
careful not to hoard the mate or else you will be told it is not a microphone.
pero la verdad es que los locales saben que casi todo es joda jajaja
yerba, cualquier recipiente, una bombilla, capaz unos amigos y ya está
May 10, 16:54
I keep getting distracted by looking out to the recoleta cemetery in front of me.
When I see it I think about the permanence of the souls laid to rest there.
I feel the cool earth of fall and know its a property of the times, of the space I inhabit. I will one day leave,
but for those buried six feet under, that beautiful recoleta block is a permanent reality. Year after year, Buenos Aires.
May 15, 12:21
A major comfort in this city is the language and my ability to speak it. If I needed to charge and were to ask the guy next to me "te jode si enchufo aqui" thats natural asf. The culture here has seemed to have normalized somewhat vulgar slang. Another one good one is "me chupa un huevo". You could hear it casually in a friendly gathering of middle aged women chatting over coffee.
some new words
el flaco = Jesus Christ
la barba = God
el manija = the one who makes the plan
el segundero = the one who goes along with the plan
May 23, 20:24
Here is a scene that caught my eye yesterday. This was right outside the Teatro Colón, where I see in one corner three men. A fiddle on the ground, placed inside the open case. One man smoking a cigarette in a black overcoat and beside him another man painting on a canvas on an aisle with what looked like a piece of charcoal. Beside that man was another man pouring mate, which he then proceeded to pass to the man by the aisle. Condensation forming at each spoken breath.
Nos vemos Argentina,
Gracias Totales