Ukranian (yes, I was surprised too) taxi driver: "The first words I learned were 'manaña' and 'tranquilo'."
Manaña- Tomorrow.
Tranquilo- Calm; chill.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Graffiti tour-- The neon way of life
Colours are definitely not rationed on the streets of Buenos Aires.
Detail of Gaulicho's work.
Facade of artist's home. Yes, home.
Pink gallore.
Elephants cross the doorway.
Detail of Gaulicho's work.
Facade of artist's home. Yes, home.
Pink gallore.
Elephants cross the doorway.
Graffiti tour-- Argentine folklore revisited
Street art, for all its funky, futuristic vibes, hasn't entirely forgotten about Argentine icons.
Tango on the wall.
Gaucho and his horse... I mean, electric guitar.
Evita crowded in.
Tango on the wall.
Gaucho and his horse... I mean, electric guitar.
Evita crowded in.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Rurality
Bleating sheep. Argentine cowboys prancing around straw-covered pens. A tractor exhibit. Stalls abundantly filled with everything from fine leather boots to smoked beef.
Welcome to 'La Rural', or the yearly Buenos Aires fair showing off all things agricultural from the beloved countryside. At first, it seemed quite bizarre to me that displays of steroid-stuffed cows would attract half of the capital city's often proudly posh inhabitants. But I definitely underestimated Argentina's infatuation with their legendary cow country. I had some qualms with the conditions of the penned-up animals, but absolutely none with the fantastic shopping opportunities and the many men prance around in traditional gaucho costumes.
Tending to the tender cows, in traditional costume, of course.
Celebrating rural music-- a typical peña band.
Let me know if you might like a souvenir saddle too.
The catwalk. I'm refraining from making poor puns.
A friendly gaucho in all his splendour.
Welcome to 'La Rural', or the yearly Buenos Aires fair showing off all things agricultural from the beloved countryside. At first, it seemed quite bizarre to me that displays of steroid-stuffed cows would attract half of the capital city's often proudly posh inhabitants. But I definitely underestimated Argentina's infatuation with their legendary cow country. I had some qualms with the conditions of the penned-up animals, but absolutely none with the fantastic shopping opportunities and the many men prance around in traditional gaucho costumes.
Tending to the tender cows, in traditional costume, of course.
Celebrating rural music-- a typical peña band.
Let me know if you might like a souvenir saddle too.
The catwalk. I'm refraining from making poor puns.
A friendly gaucho in all his splendour.
Overheard in Buenos Aires
My gym teacher: "Yeah the training room was partially flooded yesterday."
Me: "Oh no... so classes were canceled and the gym was closed?"
Gym teacher, surprised: "No, why?"
Me: "Oh no... so classes were canceled and the gym was closed?"
Gym teacher, surprised: "No, why?"
Sun in the city
Which has been an unfortunately rare occurence due to the Southern Hemisphere's equally unfortunate winter. But this weekend,
Pretty ladies, walking down the street, enjoyed the sun.
Parisean-esque buildings lapped up the rays.
And cuddly couples did too.
Pretty ladies, walking down the street, enjoyed the sun.
Parisean-esque buildings lapped up the rays.
And cuddly couples did too.
Lost in translation
Me, for some reason failing dramatically at telling my friend about the bar I went to the night before: "Sabes donde fuiste ayer?"
Which means "do you know where you went yesterday?". She did.
Which means "do you know where you went yesterday?". She did.
The writing is on the wall
"Struggling is how the people progress."
"To distances not existing." (Please offer a better translation if you have one).
"And you, what do you do?"
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