Ok, so I know my blog titles are getting a little cliché and corny, but one of the things I was most excited about when headed to Argentina was seeing “La Casa Rosada”, where Eva Peron aka Evita sang from in Madonna’s biographical movie about the famous first lady of Argentina. Also on my list of things to do was to visit Evita’s grave in El Cemeterio de la Recoleta. Growing up listening to the Evita sound track on the way to soccer games in my mom’s minivan may have something to do with my slight obsession of the charismatic Argentine. But this was not the only reason I decided to take a few days off from work to fly to the city of Buenos Aires…
My good friend from home, Ashley Craddock, is living in Mar del Playa, Argentina for a few months and so we decided to meet up in Buenos Aires for a few days of exploring in the European-influenced capital. For some reason, I have always been fascinated by Buenos Aires, and it has been on the top of my “must-visit” list for a while now. Working in South America gave me the chance to finally see what it is all about, and five days of sightseeing proved to be the perfect amount of time. Ashley and I stayed in a typical backpacker hostel in the neighborhood of Palermo, one of the trendy areas with a plethora of shops, restaurants, hotels, and apartments.
When I first arrived, I felt a definitely similarity between Buenos Aires and Madrid, Spain. There is significant influence from Europe in Argentina, and the architecture of the buildings along with the personalities of the people made me feel as if I was back in Europe. Also surprising in a Latin country was the attitude of the citizens of Buenos Aires. Most people I met definitely had a sense of superiority and when they asked me where I lived and I answered Peru, they would give me a weird look and shockingly ask, “But, WHY?!” as if it was the least-developed, unpleasant country in the world. I had heard that the Argentines were somewhat like this (the royalty of South America), but it was interesting to experience it first-hand.
Our days were filled with metro-ing to different districts of the city:
La Boca: Where “El Caminito” is located – a funky, bohemian district of the city filled with different-colored houses and buildings reminding me of a Dr. Suess book. Tango is a popular event here as well, and outside of many restaurants and cafes were various Tango performances. Ashley and I walked around and shopped at one of the trillion jewelry and art stands, and also sat to have a café con leche and alfajores at the famous Havanna café. An alfajor is a layered cookie dominantly sold in the South of Latin America (Chile, Argentina, Uruguay – and you can even find some in Peru) and I can safely say it is my favorite foreign desert I have ever had. They come in all flavors, sizes, and brands, and 1/5 of every single corner store and food stand is rows of the different kinds. We also walked past the famous Boca Juniors stadium (Boca Juniors and River Plate are the two most well-known futbol teams in Buenos Aires, causing a huge divide and rivalry between the two teams’ fans).
El Caminito!
Puerto Madero: A newer district of Buenos Aires, where the famous “Puente de la Mujer” bridge is located. Supposedly the bridge is supposed to represent a couple dancing Tango, and in a modernistic, suggestive way I guess it does? See for yourself below…
We walked around the beautiful and modern harbor of Puerto Madero, where there are also many famous Argentine beef restaurants. We parked at one located right on the water, and enjoyed buffet-style the various meats and other foods of Argentina. I tried all different kinds of beef and even chinchulines (guts of veal). When in Rome…
Plaza de Mayo: This Plaza is where the famous Casa Rosada is located, the political building of the President’s offices (and where Evita sang from). “Plaza de Mayo” gets its name from Argentina’s revolution in May 1810 which led to the country’s independence. It is also the site of the “Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo”, or the mothers of the desaparecidos. During Peron’s governance, those suspected to be part of anti-government activities were taken by the government, tortured, and killed. The mothers of the “disappeared” Argentineans use Plaza del Mayo as a congregation spot to show pictures of their murdered children to exhibit how corrupt the military regime of that time was.
La Casa Rosada
San Telmo Market: A huge outdoor market that only operates on Sundays, the San Telmo is the perfect place to find handmade jewelry, art, food stuff, furniture, and other Argentinean souvenirs. Although it was rainy when we went, we still enjoyed walking around and bargaining for everything from bracelets and Mate cups. “Mate” is a special type of tea typically consumed in Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, and Paraguay. Our friends whom Ashley knew from teaching invited us over for Mate and “facturas” (pastries) after San Telmo. Basically you fill the Mate cup with dried leaves of yerba mate and add hot water yourself to the leaves every time you pass around the cup. After slurping up the soaking water, you pass the cup to the next person for them to do the same. It’s also bad luck to say “gracias” while passing the cup, and it took me about three passes to remember to not instinctively express my thanks. A truly hospitable tradition, Mate and facturas on a rainy Sunday afternoon served as the perfect way to experience another Argentinean tradition.
Cementario de la Recoleta: An ironically beautiful and peaceful cemetery located in the middle of Buenos Aires, La Recoleta houses the graves of most famous and historic citizens of Argentina. Eva Perron rests here, and flowers and notes still cover her grave from the hundreds of visitors that come daily.
Ashley and I also managed to have some fun nights out in one of the liveliest cities on earth. One night we went to a Tango show at a tucked-away bar called “Bar Sur”. Only us two and a group of Brazilians were there to watch the dancers, singers, and musicians, and the dancers invited us to the dance floor to learn some Tango moves. Sensual and passionate, Tango originated in Buenos Aires at the end of the 19th century and since then has been an iconic past time in the city. We also attended the “Bomba de Tiempo”, a loco drum show that occurs every Monday night in downtown Buenos Aires. Somewhat like a rave concert, the drummers of the group perform a huge show as young partiers dance to the beat and drink huge plastic cups of Quilmes beer. Four nights of going out in Buenos Aires left us just a little exhausted.
Tango!
Moral of the Argentinean story is that I wish I could have been in the country longer – there are so many more cities and regions to visit there. Good thing I was forced to buy a 10-year visa upon arrival….
