Pics of La Boca
If its the one thing I notice here, its a lot of dogs. There are dog walkers on cell phones with ten gigante dogs. And the one thing I really notice is they are all intact, but for some reason I don´t see the porn or aggressiveness that I see at the dog parks back in the states. I just think its the national trend in Argentina to have huevos.
We had a fabulous day. We woke up to breakfast where the sole other attendee was a fisherman from Eugene...small world. We then took the bus to the Recoleta neighborhood and visited the famous cemetery. Note if you are looking for Evita Perron´s grave here, she keeps her maiden name...Duarte - go Argentina! Pretty astounding with above grave Euro mausoleams almost creepy except for the overwhelming number of you-thought-you-were-in-Greece....CATS!
Recolata is the upscalse trendy Champs de Elyss neighborhood complete with all the Beverly Hills blah blah stores, but worth a walk. We then decided to take a tour which hit La Boca and San Telemo.
La Boca, albeit terribly touristy, is beautiful with the original painted old architecture of Italy. I am glad we went for twenty min., get-the-photo-op and leave option.
San Telmo was the birth of tango. I knew nothing about the origins of Tango and learned a bit of interest this eve. Apparently, when the immigrants came to Argentina ala Italy, Spain, etc. it was 7 men: 1womea so there were tons of brothels. So the cafe keepers, bars, etc. invented tango as a form of seductive , whorish entertainment for the men in waiting for their 10 min. of fame. The dance itself represents the melancholy of the immigrants missing their homeland, the low cut clothes of the woman was represetative of whorish anticipation for the men in waiting. Nice huh?!?!
We returned to Recoleta and I finally had my carne. It was good, but seriously the 50 cent empanadas are plenty, but more astounding is the helado! Yes, gelato in all forms thanks to the Italian immigrants and in the favorite de dulce deleche, I decided it is a must among the espresso and empanada list.
Oh I must say we had a cute waiter, Andreas, who barely spoke English at dinner, he told me I looked 25, and it was an excellent practice of my Spanish and his English. If you want to know how to order a steak medium rare in Spanish, ask me when I get home!
Tomorrow we leave early for Igazu falls. Mind you there is no coffee to go as Sara pointed out, not a Starbuck´s on ANY street corner here. In fact, I have seen very few chains...another plus for Argentina!
PS If any of you are wondering, skinny jeans are still the fashion for front! Glad I bought my first pair, looking for a pair of flats to go with them here as leather goods are barato!
Unfortunately, I am unable to post pics tonight for the computer is not recognizing them perhaps tomorrow from Igauzu.
Ciao, D
We had a fabulous day. We woke up to breakfast where the sole other attendee was a fisherman from Eugene...small world. We then took the bus to the Recoleta neighborhood and visited the famous cemetery. Note if you are looking for Evita Perron´s grave here, she keeps her maiden name...Duarte - go Argentina! Pretty astounding with above grave Euro mausoleams almost creepy except for the overwhelming number of you-thought-you-were-in-Greece....CATS!
Recolata is the upscalse trendy Champs de Elyss neighborhood complete with all the Beverly Hills blah blah stores, but worth a walk. We then decided to take a tour which hit La Boca and San Telemo.
La Boca, albeit terribly touristy, is beautiful with the original painted old architecture of Italy. I am glad we went for twenty min., get-the-photo-op and leave option.
San Telmo was the birth of tango. I knew nothing about the origins of Tango and learned a bit of interest this eve. Apparently, when the immigrants came to Argentina ala Italy, Spain, etc. it was 7 men: 1womea so there were tons of brothels. So the cafe keepers, bars, etc. invented tango as a form of seductive , whorish entertainment for the men in waiting for their 10 min. of fame. The dance itself represents the melancholy of the immigrants missing their homeland, the low cut clothes of the woman was represetative of whorish anticipation for the men in waiting. Nice huh?!?!
We returned to Recoleta and I finally had my carne. It was good, but seriously the 50 cent empanadas are plenty, but more astounding is the helado! Yes, gelato in all forms thanks to the Italian immigrants and in the favorite de dulce deleche, I decided it is a must among the espresso and empanada list.
Oh I must say we had a cute waiter, Andreas, who barely spoke English at dinner, he told me I looked 25, and it was an excellent practice of my Spanish and his English. If you want to know how to order a steak medium rare in Spanish, ask me when I get home!
Tomorrow we leave early for Igazu falls. Mind you there is no coffee to go as Sara pointed out, not a Starbuck´s on ANY street corner here. In fact, I have seen very few chains...another plus for Argentina!
PS If any of you are wondering, skinny jeans are still the fashion for front! Glad I bought my first pair, looking for a pair of flats to go with them here as leather goods are barato!
Unfortunately, I am unable to post pics tonight for the computer is not recognizing them perhaps tomorrow from Igauzu.
Ciao, D
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