Random stuff

Welp, I've been trying (hoping?) to add something to this deal once a week. Oops.

It must be all the election excitement around this city... I finally figured out the election was for the (equivalent) of the mayor of Buenos Aires. It was a runoff from last month, pitting the national education director against the owner of the Boca Juniors (one of the 2 big soccer teams nationwide... sort of the equivalent of Jerry Jones running for governor of TX or something).

Except most of the city thinks the winner, which turned out to be the owner of the sports team (see photo below), is pulling a Hillary Clinton and running for one office while also having an eye on an even bigger prize later on (the Argentina presidential election is in Oct this year). Anyway, I guess I'm learning a lot about Argentina politics. It helps that Argentines are never shy to share their opinion... and they almost always have one, be it well informed or not.

Although I will comment that American politicians are rank amateurs compared to the Argentines when it comes to promising the people all kinds of tax-payer-financed goodies, freebies, and give-aways in exchange for their vote... More free education (as it says to the left)! More free health care! For some reason, there's a vibrant underground economy in this country plus a massive tax evasion problem. Interesting for us foreigners to watch and observe.

Speaking of, I've also added hanging out at the "Club Europeo" to my list, the website is at http://www.clubeuropeo.com/es_home.htm for anyone interested. For $7 pesos (or less than $2usd) per visit, I can practice Spanish conversation with a lot of locals (and expats, the crowd is from all over, Australia, Germany, Italy, USA, England, Japan, etc). I might just cave in and pay the $40 pesos per month to join since it's a really stylish place on the 21st floor of a building on Corrientes (Buenos Aires' version of Broadway) with an awesome view. Also, there's a really hot Argentine lawyer that's coincidentally working on her English. Yee-haw.

Enough typing for today. I need to do my part and save some power for the national energy crisis. Everytime it gets super cold, everything grinds down to a halt. I'll have to write more about the situation some other time. Maybe also talk about my first international car show, featuring a lot of (dinky) stuff that you wouldn't see in the USA. Mostly because you would be instantly killed by the first oblivious soccer mom blabbing on her cell phone behind the wheel of her SUV. Although this is a photo of the new Camaro, for those that haven't seen it yet.

Ok, on that note, it's time to go. And to everyone in Dallas, congrats on all your rain! Earlier this year, didn't the "experts" say this is gonna be the beginning of a new "dust bowl" era??! GLOBAL WARMING, GLOBAL WARMING, AIGGGHHHHH, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!

Uruguay

OK, we've been back from Uruguay for about a week now... I went to Montevideo and Colonia on 6/9 - 6/10 with a couple of other COINED students. The only thing(s) I brought back to Buenos Aires were some postcards and new stamps in my passport. Basically, it was a whirlwind weekend tour that seemed to be mostly about staying in motion instead of seeing much. Our plan was to take a 3 hr boat ride across the Rio de la Plata to Montevideo on Sat, then take a 2 hr bus ride from Montevideo to Colonia on Sun, and finally take the 50 minute return boat to BsAs at 8pm.

Right off the bat, we were "fogged in" at the port in BsAs and our 8am departure to Uruguay ended up being a 12 noon departure. The airports were shut down as well. As of about a week ago, Buenos Aires has been slightly-to-extremely foggy for 9-10 straight days. Alas, we chose one of them for traveling. Anyway, the weather pattern that brought the fog is officially gone but we're now "enjoying" another wave of freezing, polar air (with all of the associated energy crises that Argentina can muster). Hmmm, I'm off on another weather tangent... back to Uruguay.

As you can see, the fog followed us across the water to Montevideo. This is their iconic building... the Palacio Something. It's right on the main town square (Plaza Independencia). When we arrived at around 3:30p the town was dead. I don't know if it was siesta time, due to the cold/foggy weather or what, but there was a whole lot of nothing going on. So, we opted to find a hotel after looking for a place to get some cash... and naturally all of the exchange houses were closed. Fortunately, a casino in the lobby of the Radisson hotel had an ATM nearby... most likely to assist all the gamblers that are on the cusp of "winning it all back". Whatever.


Alas for me, my stupid ATM card didn't work (although the ATM machine AND the back of my card both temptingly lie to me with the word "Cirrus"). Very annoying... fortunately another student spotted me $1000 uruguayan pesos. Or, about $40 usd. With that mission accomplished, it was time to find a hotel. Which we did right by the plaza (in fact, this is what the other direction of the plaza looked like... the nice-n-slummy building in the background of the commemorative statue is an odd touch).




Anyway, the hotel's location was excellent and just $9 usd per night for each of us! However, there were no private bathrooms... it was dorm style, with a shared bathroom down the hall for the entire floor. Oh well, what do you want for $9 a night? Plus the location was also a double edged sword... as we discovered later on when we also learned why the entire town seemed to be dead. Everyone must have been SLEEPING!


Because when we went out to dinner at 11p, the restaurant was only half full (and I couldn't order anything 'a la parrilla' because it was still way too early for them to fire up the grill). Which was fine, I wanted something local anyway. The local specialty is "Chivito" -- a health food nightmare, but super tasty. Basically it's a thin steak sandwich slathered with ham, cheese, eggs, olives, lettuce, and some kinda mystery sauce. All accompanied by french fries, of course. As we left around 12:30a or so, the restaurant was filling up, as were the streets. Apparently no one goes out on Sat night til 1a or so (mostly for pizza-n-beer with friends from what I could tell). By 2am, the streets were wall-to-wall packed and it was LOUD.

Now, about that earlier "double edged sword" comment... our hotel room was on the main strip. Even though we were on the 3rd floor, it was like being at ground level in a hotel with cardboard walls on Bourbon Street during a really loud Mardi Gras. The party literally went all night and when we left the hotel at around 11a the next morning, there were STILL people in the bar next door working on their drinks and (theoretically) thinking about going home.

But since it was so late, we didn't have time to see much else so we headed to the main bus terminal and bought tickets to Colonia. It's billed as a 2 hr trip but it was more like 3 hrs. We stopped repeatedly along the way to drop off and pick up people (since the Montevideo - Colonia route is a main highway). It was a nice enough trip though - green, a little hilly, and occasional glimpses of the Atlantic Ocean. Plus it only cost $6.50 usd for the bus ticket.



Colonia is a nice little colonial town (can you guess where the name comes from?) that's about 450 - 500 years old or so. Right on the water. If it's a clear day, you can see across the ocean (technically, it's a river) to Buenos Aires. Anyhow, there's lots of cobblestone streets, Spanish colonial style houses, a lighthouse, restaurants, etc, etc. And plenty of extremely touristy, over-priced chivitos. In other words, 4 hours is plenty of time to have "seen it, done it, got the t-shirt".


The 50 min trek back to Argentina was uneventful (luckily no sequels to "Titanic" or whatever), so we were docked by 9p. After a quick walk of 8 blocks plus a subway ride later, I was home by 9:45 or so. Then off to classes again the next morning. Yes, I know it's all so very fascinating... lots happened but I'm getting the typing equivalent of writers cramp while writing this, so enough for now.

Mi departamento

OK, I'm going to play around with the blogger program and try to post some pictures.

Here's a few photos of my apt in Buenos Aires, if you're interested... the living room.

Another view of the living room from the other direction.

And... the kitchen.

...and, of course, the patio out back.

And the view off my balcony! Just kidding. I took that picture off the top of a building near the Congreso. But from where you're looking at this, it doesn't make any difference so just pretend this is my view off my patio.

Right now it's hard to get any decent "blue sky" photos since the city has been shrouded in fog over the last 8 or 9 days in a row. They've shut down the airports multiple times as well as the port (which impacted our trip to Uruguay last weekend). But more on that later...

Welcome to "Little Lima"

For those that are curious, here's an overview of the area in Buenos Aires that I live in. Notice that I just ended the previous sentence with a preposition; I notice a lot of dorky language things like that nowadays, whilst studying another language. Spanish has the same no-ending-a-sentence-with-a-preposition rule, but they actually pay attention to it... unlike English. Anyway, I digress.

This barrio (which translates into "neighborhood" but the idea is more like the burroughs of NYC, like Brooklyn, Queens, Manhatten, etc) is actually called 'Abasto' but it's on the border of 'Once' and 'Almagro' barrios as well. The locals nicknamed the area "Little Lima" (and use the English words instead of translating it into Spanish). It's chock-full-o Peruvians, both legal and illegal. Mostly illegal. And quite a few Bolivians as well.

On top of all that, there's a huge Jewish textile industry that's been around for nearly a century. It's about half a mile away, so there's also a lot of Orthodox and Hassidic Jews plus the associated synagogues around here. And, keeping with the religious theme, there are TWO faith healer churches nearby. You'd think one would be plenty but not around here. When I get some time I'll take some pictures of them and add them to this blog.

The larger of the two churches has a "magical" tarp (or giant cloak or banner or I don't know what it is). But at the end of the ceremony they pass it around/over the crowd to heal the injured, wounded, sick, and what not. If you aren't healed, OBVIOUSLY you didn't have enough faith... that tarp is a sure fire cure! Btw, I know all of this NOT because I attended a service, but because it's on late night tv CONSTANTLY. But it's good for learning Spanish. And it's free.

The smaller of the faith healer churches seems to be more of a setup like that church in the old Eddie Murphy movie "Coming to America". Except they all speak the Argentine variety of Spanish and the people look pretty much European and Lat-Am. But it's got more of that down-home, loud gospel music flavor to it (from what I've heard out on the front sidewalk). It's possible that their doctrine is wanting but I have no time to give it my expert analysis. I'm an extremely busy International Man of LeisureTM.

OK, that's enough typing this time around. I'm headed to Uruaguay tomorrow or Saturday June 9 and meant to do some research on the boats that go over there from BA. Alas, I got caught up reviewing this idiosyncratic neighborhood. Thanks for reading and 'chau' for now, until the next entry!

Weather, an energy crisis, and elections!

What can I say about late fall / early winter in Buenos Aires? It's a lot like Dallas so far... last week we were down in the low 30s most every night. Now we're back up to the 70s in the day. Actually, yesterday it was so nice that I sat out on the veranda whilst soaking up some sun. Although now I've managed to catch a cold over the weekend... probably from that human bacteria frappe known as "El Subte", the subway. Now I just have to wait it out.

The good news is that there's fresh fruit, veggies, & produce on every street corner around here, so I've loaded up on oranges to make fresh juice. You can get 4 kilos (almost 10 lbs) for 5 pesos, or less than $2 USD. What a deal. The vendor I buy from is from Peru... much like half the neighborhood. Sometime soon I need to write about this neighborhood; apparently I traveled 5000+ miles to Buenos Aires, Argentina so that I could live in "Little Lima", as the locals call it. And they use that exact English title when they say it, ha.

OK, weather report time. The sudden antarctic front (parts of Argentina were colder than Antarctica!) last week also created an energy shortage, day by day. The cars in the city use natural gas instead of American style gasoline. The fill up stations are supplied by the city via a pipe system (so no delivery trucks are needed and all that). Because the gas was needed to heat homes, businesses, etc, each night at around 6p or so, they turned off the pipelines to the gas stations and the taxi drivers, etc, were out of luck until the following day! On top of that, Argentina is Paraquay's sole supplier so Paraguay was cut off immediately until Argentina could take care of the local citizenry first.

As if all that weren't enough, yesterday they had the big election for "el jefe del gobierno", of which the energy shortage was a key issue. It was a horse race between 3 candidates and Macri won (I just knoowwww you care about that). The runner up gets the position of "little helper sidekick" to the overall winner. Interestingly, Hugo Chavez was actually criticized during the election debates (trust me, around here blaming the US for all the ills of the world is a national pastime so it's shocking to hear some unfriendly words tossed towards South America's newest dictator). Maybe shutting down that opposition TV station in Caracas will end up biting him in the end... then again, maybe he'll just shoot (or "desaparecer") all of his opposition. I assume that's the advice his little buddy in Cuba, Fidel, is giving him.

It's also a law that the citizens of voting age HAVE TO vote. You can throw an empty ballot in the box if you want, but you still have to sign in and vote. Anyway, I'm still trying to decipher what this election was, but I think it was the equivalent of a major state governorship (ie., not president). Tack on the fact that one third of the country lives in this city and, next to president, it may be the most important position. But who knows. Anyway, that's life in the city right now. Next time I'll write about this neighborhood I live in... Faith healers! Televangelists! Peruvians! Bolivians! Hassidic Jews! Oh yeah, and the occasional Argentine as well.