When I go out with any of the people here and we meet friends of theirs, Im introduces as "prima","sobrina", "neta" (cousin, niece, granddaughter) all followed with "de irlanda". They all think its much easier to say then to explain that Sara is my mother godmother and thats how wel all know eachother! Not that that is very difficult to say... it takes me 20 seconds to say in spanish so imagine how easy it would be for them. But anyway... I now have Argentinian relatives and last saturday me and my 4 cousins(Luciana, Isella, Carla and Valentina) went to Museo Malba.
This is a modern art museum loacted in a the slighty upper class side of Buenos Aires. It was a stunning day, sun was shining and we were all yawning plenty. After the embarrassment of all my coins being rejected in the ticket machine (coins here have to be put in the ticket machine one by one.. I didnt have that kinda patience especially since the majority were 10 cents!) and a queue building up behind me we were on our way. We got off the bus at the Universidad de Derecho(Law University), where my mum studied for a while, and then set off walking along occassionally stopping to take some pictures and soak up the sun. It was a lovely walk to the Museum and thanks to our student cards (Yes CCCs id card has come in useful for me over here) we all go in for free. The museum has lots of funky and odd pictures by artists from all over South America. There was some amazing paintings- which If i hadnt got caught taking pictures of I would have photos to show you--who knew you couldnt take photos in a museum!!!- and some extremely odd! We wandered around for ages staring at paintings trying to figure out meaning or laughing at the oddness of some of them or being amazed by the talent that some of these artists had!! It was really fascinating. As well as painting there were Sculptures made out of wax... whcih i also got in trouble for for touching, by the same person that caught me taking the picture!! Surprised I ddint get thrown out... Im such a rebel!!- and films of art etc. It was really interesting and fascinating!
Downstairs there was an area of newspaper clips of funny things that had happened to people, some of them I found very fascinating and if I could remembr any of them I would tell you.. But i cant! Once we were all arted out we went to the near buy shopping centre for some Argentinian icecream! Have I told you how much I love the icecream here?? I dont think Ill ever be able to eat Irish icecream again.. Im going to be spending a lot of money on getting it imported from here! After a bit of wandering around the shops we set off for home... All of us ready for bed... for an hour before we headed out for the night!!
Yes they know how to do it right over here... sun, icecream, sun, museum, sun, shops, sun, dancing!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
La Boca
La Bombonara may be the home of Boca Juniors but La boca is the home of a terrible smell, lots of colour and the Tango. The other day(meaning about 2 weeks ago!) I visited La Boca with Sara, mums godmother. We got off the bus and were greated by this very strong odour that is almost impossible to describe- poo, fish and some other things are the main contributors I think. The first thing you notice in La Boca is an extremely antique bridge known as the Puente Trasbordador (transpot Bridge). As far as i know this is one of the oldest transporter bridges in Argentina and it is a major contributor to the tourist boom in La Boca.
Walking alongside the water-the source of the bad odour- you eventually begin to see lots of colours ranging from blue and yellow(the colours of Boca Juniors) to greens reds and plenty more. Coming up to the neighbourhood it is easy to see that this is a tourist booming area. Groups of tourists surround stalls of handmade leather goods, handmade jewellery, art etc while the streets have tango dancers ready to pose for a photo with you for a very small price.
I loved La Boca because of the colours the liveliness and the goods that are for sale. I loved the unusual jewellery, the paintings of the tango, the leather bags basically everything that is for sale. I, of course am a very weak person and of course bought jewellery and a painting... who could imagine me buying a painting!! As well as postcards which I stil havent written!! The sun was shining, the cobble stone streets were filled with tables and chairs and tango dancers entertaining passers by.
A town that could leave you poor, but very well entertained by the end of the day.
Walking alongside the water-the source of the bad odour- you eventually begin to see lots of colours ranging from blue and yellow(the colours of Boca Juniors) to greens reds and plenty more. Coming up to the neighbourhood it is easy to see that this is a tourist booming area. Groups of tourists surround stalls of handmade leather goods, handmade jewellery, art etc while the streets have tango dancers ready to pose for a photo with you for a very small price.
I loved La Boca because of the colours the liveliness and the goods that are for sale. I loved the unusual jewellery, the paintings of the tango, the leather bags basically everything that is for sale. I, of course am a very weak person and of course bought jewellery and a painting... who could imagine me buying a painting!! As well as postcards which I stil havent written!! The sun was shining, the cobble stone streets were filled with tables and chairs and tango dancers entertaining passers by.
A town that could leave you poor, but very well entertained by the end of the day.
Monday, March 17, 2008
The South American Temper
One thing that I have noticed here is the lack of patience that Argentinians have. Of curse i knew this from my mother already....Joke!! They cant handle waiting for more than a few moments in traffic as I witnessed on my first day with Edgardo. They love to beep at everything possible, especially the bus drivers, which drives me insane. They do not wait until its safe to move lanes... which I dont even see the point in these lanes because people drive in between the 2 anyway. They cross out whenever they feel like it, and it turns into a game of "Chicken"... Whoever backs out first is the loser.
Today I had my first experience of a proper cross Argentinian. Manena, Isella, Carla and I (donkey before the ass mum!!) went to the cinema in Abasto to see a spanish film called "El Orfanato"(i think thats how its spelt). It was all in Spanish of course with no subtitles so it was a challenge for me, but unfortuntely I succeeded. those of you that know me well know that I am not a fan of scary films or films that make me jump. I am the girl that when she was younger had nightmares at 'The Lion King'. So scary films arent the best for me. And stupidly when Isella told me what we were going to see I didnt think to ask what i twas about or what genre it was. I just said fine, and was more worried about not understanding this film. The title, to me. suggested a sad story about a little boy whos parents die and hes left all alone yada yada yada.. you get the picture. the kind of soppy film that I would enjoy. I was far from wrong. This film had me with my hands over my ears for practically the whole thing- I personally think that if you cant hear it but can see it its much less scarier- I also let out a few screams, and Im surprised my heart managed to pull through the whole thing. I wont tell you what its about unless you one day decide to rent it from the eurpean section in xtravision or decide to go see it if its on in any cinema-In which case you will most likely love the film and think Im a complete exagerater...which is highly possible.
Anyway my experiences of the cinema has nothing to do with my topic of discussion. Leaving the cinema Manena went to pay for the car park-yes this is not free parking Blanchardstown Centre- and we set off for him. Out parking was free because we went to the cinema and we had out little piece of paper for scanning in to lift the barrier. We arrive at the barrier and Manena scans in the paper and this little sign saying "Billeta Impago" appears on the screen. After numerous attempts, the screen was still saying we hadnt paid our ticket(which we hadnt but someone else had!). So Manenas blood is slowly rising in temperature as she beeps her horn for assistance and the guard comes over and talks to her. After his attempt and talking through to the office, we have to reverse the car and Manena has to go back and get another ticket. She also talks to the people at the office explaining the situation and when she discovers she has to go down 2 floors to get another ticket phrases such as "Im going to box the living daylights out of that man" leave her mouth! Carla decides to accompany her to the ticket booth to avoid any arrests. They return and we set set off in the car again for the exact.
The ticket is scanned: "Billeta Impago". The guard tries to lift the barrier so we can go through but doesnt succeed. Manena is not impressed in any way whatsoever and gets out to talk to the office AGAIN. After a lengthy discussion she is once again told to return to the office to get another ticket. She gets back in the car SLAMS the door and blood temperature is above boiling now. She then gets out of the car goes back over to the mic and basically shouts into it "I am not the person that has made the mistake here I have already made one trip to get another ticket and it didnt work I am not moving from where I am you can send someone else with the ticket to me." She then, in a slightly calmer voice to the innocent guard repeats herself and gets back in the car. He then returns a few minutes later saying she has to talk to the office again. At this Isella is not impressed and gets out of the car with Manena. She walks to the barrier and pushes it open tells her mother to get in the car and gets in the car herself, and we drive off. Of course with a polite think you to the guard.
Unfortunately I am not able to repeat the conversation that followed but lets say it took some time before the blood temperature went back to normal for those to.
Now I know where my temper comes from.
Today I had my first experience of a proper cross Argentinian. Manena, Isella, Carla and I (donkey before the ass mum!!) went to the cinema in Abasto to see a spanish film called "El Orfanato"(i think thats how its spelt). It was all in Spanish of course with no subtitles so it was a challenge for me, but unfortuntely I succeeded. those of you that know me well know that I am not a fan of scary films or films that make me jump. I am the girl that when she was younger had nightmares at 'The Lion King'. So scary films arent the best for me. And stupidly when Isella told me what we were going to see I didnt think to ask what i twas about or what genre it was. I just said fine, and was more worried about not understanding this film. The title, to me. suggested a sad story about a little boy whos parents die and hes left all alone yada yada yada.. you get the picture. the kind of soppy film that I would enjoy. I was far from wrong. This film had me with my hands over my ears for practically the whole thing- I personally think that if you cant hear it but can see it its much less scarier- I also let out a few screams, and Im surprised my heart managed to pull through the whole thing. I wont tell you what its about unless you one day decide to rent it from the eurpean section in xtravision or decide to go see it if its on in any cinema-In which case you will most likely love the film and think Im a complete exagerater...which is highly possible.
Anyway my experiences of the cinema has nothing to do with my topic of discussion. Leaving the cinema Manena went to pay for the car park-yes this is not free parking Blanchardstown Centre- and we set off for him. Out parking was free because we went to the cinema and we had out little piece of paper for scanning in to lift the barrier. We arrive at the barrier and Manena scans in the paper and this little sign saying "Billeta Impago" appears on the screen. After numerous attempts, the screen was still saying we hadnt paid our ticket(which we hadnt but someone else had!). So Manenas blood is slowly rising in temperature as she beeps her horn for assistance and the guard comes over and talks to her. After his attempt and talking through to the office, we have to reverse the car and Manena has to go back and get another ticket. She also talks to the people at the office explaining the situation and when she discovers she has to go down 2 floors to get another ticket phrases such as "Im going to box the living daylights out of that man" leave her mouth! Carla decides to accompany her to the ticket booth to avoid any arrests. They return and we set set off in the car again for the exact.
The ticket is scanned: "Billeta Impago". The guard tries to lift the barrier so we can go through but doesnt succeed. Manena is not impressed in any way whatsoever and gets out to talk to the office AGAIN. After a lengthy discussion she is once again told to return to the office to get another ticket. She gets back in the car SLAMS the door and blood temperature is above boiling now. She then gets out of the car goes back over to the mic and basically shouts into it "I am not the person that has made the mistake here I have already made one trip to get another ticket and it didnt work I am not moving from where I am you can send someone else with the ticket to me." She then, in a slightly calmer voice to the innocent guard repeats herself and gets back in the car. He then returns a few minutes later saying she has to talk to the office again. At this Isella is not impressed and gets out of the car with Manena. She walks to the barrier and pushes it open tells her mother to get in the car and gets in the car herself, and we drive off. Of course with a polite think you to the guard.
Unfortunately I am not able to repeat the conversation that followed but lets say it took some time before the blood temperature went back to normal for those to.
Now I know where my temper comes from.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Dont Cry For Me Argentina
On Monday my second solo adventure was to Plaza de Mayo. This is the location of La Casa de Rosada where parts of Evita was filmed! Ive always had this little fascination by this house, I dont know why, but ever since I arrived I wanted to go there. Maybe it was the memories of the last time I was there in 2000, with the family, and we had such funny times feeding the pigeons. Putting pigeon food everywhere to try get as many pigeons on us as possible. We have a funny picture at home of Luke with Pigeon food on his head and a pigeon sitting on his head. So on Monday i decided to relive my find memories and fed the pigeons! itwas great fun! So fun.. I did it twice!! i was lik a little child there laughing at the amount of pigeons landing on me and where they were landing. I had one on my shoulder, one on my bag, three on my arms fighting eachother and about 50 at my feet. It was really fun.
Aswell as that... I did go to the museum of La Casa de Rosada, which was really interesting. Arriving I felt like a criminal as I had to walk through metal detectors and show ID and then put my bag in a locker...next I was expecting them to whip out a set of handcuffs and charge me for being a tourist! I can see the headlines now "18 year Old Irish girl life improsinment for having an interest in Argentinian society"....
It was a really intersting museum, with sashes that belong to presidents and the reason behind the star on the irish flag-cant remember why it is anymore!!- and items that belonged to certain presidents etc etc. It was a small museum-just right for me. I left restoring my Identity and the rest of my bloggings and set off to look around the rest of the surroundings. It was a gorgeous sunny day and after some more picture taking I sat and did some more observing after which I went and did some shopping. Yes yes, I always have time for shopping! I got the Subte home, for the first time on my own, and finished off my fabulous trip with some delicious ice cream! Oh it is so good here!!!
Aswell as that... I did go to the museum of La Casa de Rosada, which was really interesting. Arriving I felt like a criminal as I had to walk through metal detectors and show ID and then put my bag in a locker...next I was expecting them to whip out a set of handcuffs and charge me for being a tourist! I can see the headlines now "18 year Old Irish girl life improsinment for having an interest in Argentinian society"....
It was a really intersting museum, with sashes that belong to presidents and the reason behind the star on the irish flag-cant remember why it is anymore!!- and items that belonged to certain presidents etc etc. It was a small museum-just right for me. I left restoring my Identity and the rest of my bloggings and set off to look around the rest of the surroundings. It was a gorgeous sunny day and after some more picture taking I sat and did some more observing after which I went and did some shopping. Yes yes, I always have time for shopping! I got the Subte home, for the first time on my own, and finished off my fabulous trip with some delicious ice cream! Oh it is so good here!!!
Monday, March 10, 2008
My Dad used to give his classes-I dont know if he stil does- an assignment in which they had to go to a place they do not know and sit there for an hour and observe. On satruday I did just that. It was a gorgeous morning, and i left the house with my ipod and went for a walk in the nearby park. I went with Valentina for a awhile and then we went somewhere else and I returned alone. The park was breautiful, along with the day. No clouds in the sky and it was sun sun sun. The park had a little pond where I sat with my Ipod listening to Amy McDonald soaking up the sun. A day like this day had been rare since my arrival in Argentina and so many people were out soaking up the sun. To the left of me there was a little green with people of all shapes and sizes who were sitting in bikinis shorts or whatever-they were all wearing clothes though thank goodness- soaking up the sun. To my right there was a man sitting on the bench with his pedometer doing stretches. Across the pond there was a group of teenagers- all wearing black clothes and jeans- sitting messing around skating having a laugh with there big bottles of coke. Surrounding the bond there was various for buying drinks or food. Almost everybody was doing something different. Families strolling around, kids on their bikes and toddlers on tricycles or little push bikes. Women walking around with their MP3s in their sports gear. couples giggling together on the benches. It was all a lovely site.
As i reached home the sun disappeared and the clouds came. It rained for the rest of the afternoon. But the sunset that night was the most beautiful thing. The rain had stopped the clouds were fading and the colours were beautiful! That night i experienced my first proper night out in Buenos Aires, with Carla And Valentina. We went to this night club called "Liquid" and danced the nnight away-literally. We arrived at the club at around 1 and got in at about quarter to 2. The music was so fun and dancing had so much fun with their friends. We left at about half 5 and got the bus home after awhile. Carla then had 2 of her friends for breakfast and at 8.30 I crawled into bed. Exhausted. But it was worth it.I think il get used to it!!
As i reached home the sun disappeared and the clouds came. It rained for the rest of the afternoon. But the sunset that night was the most beautiful thing. The rain had stopped the clouds were fading and the colours were beautiful! That night i experienced my first proper night out in Buenos Aires, with Carla And Valentina. We went to this night club called "Liquid" and danced the nnight away-literally. We arrived at the club at around 1 and got in at about quarter to 2. The music was so fun and dancing had so much fun with their friends. We left at about half 5 and got the bus home after awhile. Carla then had 2 of her friends for breakfast and at 8.30 I crawled into bed. Exhausted. But it was worth it.I think il get used to it!!
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Dale Dale Boca Dale!!!!
La Bombonera:
Home of that great such as Diego Maradonna.
Home of the praised such as Juan Román Requelme
Home of the girls whose hands are the most covered part of there body
and most of all, home of the football team Boca Juniors.
Thursday night i had the privelage of experiencing all these things. Although the girls with practically no clothes on wasnt exactly a privelage for me.
La Bombonera is not only the stadium of Boca Juniors, its the stadim for thousands of dedicated Boca Junior fans who almost filled the stadium on thursday night to support there team taking on Atlas in La Copa Libertadores. That night they showed nothing more than support and dedication to there team. From the minute the team arrived on the pitch ( and even before) there was songs of support and praise for the team they love so much.
The last time I had been in a stadium practically filled with people was probably in 2005 when I went to Croke Park with my dad and aunty to watch Cork beat Clare in the ALL Ireland hurling semi final. I walked up the steps and turned the corner to see a stadium filled with navy and yellow. Thousands of flags for Boca Juniors, banners of praise for certain players. I was amazed. When the match started there was big banners put out over one side of the stadium, there was people constantly singing songs of support, there was drums, there was firworks, there was a lot of rubbish and toilet roll, and there was a lot of excitement.
Boca Juniors- when they play well they amaze you, but when they play bad they leave you dumbfounded. I experienced both of these on thursday night. For the first half I couldnt see what was so amazing about this team. I didnt see how they could be so popular. They made stupid mistakes, they gave the ball away easily and it was a bit of a disaster. It reminded me of my All Ireland semi final in football when i was on the sideline watching the rest play. I was so frustrated at how they were playing and all the stupid mistakes that they shouldnt be making- we lost 4-0 that day. Luckily Boca did not suffer the same fate as we did. They did manage to score a goal about 30 mins in, but it wasnt the most amazing goal or really a goal to be celebrating.
The second half picked up majorly. Boca Juniors got there act together and started to play the game that my brother praised so much. I began to enjoy andbe amazed and the wonderful passing, and the players cleverness with the ball. They all started reading eachother much better and the game became "the beautiful game". When the well deserved goal came the stadium erupted. There was nothing but excitement to be seen. Hands waving everywhere, people hugging everyone and anyone. Shiirts taken off and being swung around, it was complete and utter madness and excitement. After this there was a non stop buzz of excitement, every few minutes a new song would erupt from the crowd. Hands being waved everywhere in support of there team. And when the 3rd and Final goal was added a few minutes later, there was a feeling of satisfaction in the air. The crowd could not be happier with the outing and there team.
Leaving the stadium there was a buzz of happiness, and also a bit of giving out about the first half and how bad Boca played. We then went and got choripan. Which is an argentinian sausage in bread. As we walked towards the car munching on our food, Mario turned to me and said "Football, Food and La Boca, Theres nothing better in Argentina!"
If thats the case,
Ive experienced the best of the best here.
Home of that great such as Diego Maradonna.
Home of the praised such as Juan Román Requelme
Home of the girls whose hands are the most covered part of there body
and most of all, home of the football team Boca Juniors.
Thursday night i had the privelage of experiencing all these things. Although the girls with practically no clothes on wasnt exactly a privelage for me.
La Bombonera is not only the stadium of Boca Juniors, its the stadim for thousands of dedicated Boca Junior fans who almost filled the stadium on thursday night to support there team taking on Atlas in La Copa Libertadores. That night they showed nothing more than support and dedication to there team. From the minute the team arrived on the pitch ( and even before) there was songs of support and praise for the team they love so much.
The last time I had been in a stadium practically filled with people was probably in 2005 when I went to Croke Park with my dad and aunty to watch Cork beat Clare in the ALL Ireland hurling semi final. I walked up the steps and turned the corner to see a stadium filled with navy and yellow. Thousands of flags for Boca Juniors, banners of praise for certain players. I was amazed. When the match started there was big banners put out over one side of the stadium, there was people constantly singing songs of support, there was drums, there was firworks, there was a lot of rubbish and toilet roll, and there was a lot of excitement.
Boca Juniors- when they play well they amaze you, but when they play bad they leave you dumbfounded. I experienced both of these on thursday night. For the first half I couldnt see what was so amazing about this team. I didnt see how they could be so popular. They made stupid mistakes, they gave the ball away easily and it was a bit of a disaster. It reminded me of my All Ireland semi final in football when i was on the sideline watching the rest play. I was so frustrated at how they were playing and all the stupid mistakes that they shouldnt be making- we lost 4-0 that day. Luckily Boca did not suffer the same fate as we did. They did manage to score a goal about 30 mins in, but it wasnt the most amazing goal or really a goal to be celebrating.
The second half picked up majorly. Boca Juniors got there act together and started to play the game that my brother praised so much. I began to enjoy andbe amazed and the wonderful passing, and the players cleverness with the ball. They all started reading eachother much better and the game became "the beautiful game". When the well deserved goal came the stadium erupted. There was nothing but excitement to be seen. Hands waving everywhere, people hugging everyone and anyone. Shiirts taken off and being swung around, it was complete and utter madness and excitement. After this there was a non stop buzz of excitement, every few minutes a new song would erupt from the crowd. Hands being waved everywhere in support of there team. And when the 3rd and Final goal was added a few minutes later, there was a feeling of satisfaction in the air. The crowd could not be happier with the outing and there team.
Leaving the stadium there was a buzz of happiness, and also a bit of giving out about the first half and how bad Boca played. We then went and got choripan. Which is an argentinian sausage in bread. As we walked towards the car munching on our food, Mario turned to me and said "Football, Food and La Boca, Theres nothing better in Argentina!"
If thats the case,
Ive experienced the best of the best here.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Photos!!
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I figured it out... well actually someone did it for me! but here is some photos!!
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Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Entertainment
Just thought I should show this... Found it thanks to my dear friend Caroline... Extremely entertaining!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqXYwNDrU8k
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqXYwNDrU8k
Dora the explorer
I just read over my other posts and realise not only is my spelling bad as my father gladly pointed out, but my typing is what causes the bad spelling!! Im going to be more careful in this blog, as to avoid any comments about my spelling!!
Anyway, welcome to the blog of dora the explorer! those of you that have children will know what im talking about, those of you that have no lives and stay at home all day watching tv will also know what im talking about- im the one that stays at home and watches tv all day(or the babysitter!). A young little girl from I dont know where that goes on all these little adventures to different placs and learns teaches viewers spanish along the way.
Yesterday was the beginning of my exploring Buenos Aires-alone. I got the directions off Sara of how to get where i wanted to go, and how to get back. I left the house and set off on my whirlwind adventure. My destination: Plaza Francia. Recoleta, Buenos Aires. I got the number 92 bus, I told the bus driver where i wanted to go and he told me where to get off. I got off and walked for awhile and reached Cemetario de Recoleta. Here is where the rich people of Buenos Aires are buried. The likes of Presidents and Madonna... I mean Eva Peron. This HUGE cemetery is not your normal people buried in the ground cemetery. When you walk in you are surrounded by, I guess you can call them tombs. These little houses made out of marble, stone, glass or whatever these people can afford hold families of dead people or just one person alone. It is crazy. I stayed there for almost 2 hours and i still did not see the whole place. Apart from the fact that I founf it extremely creepy walking around on my own, there is just so much there. Whenever i found I was alond i practically ran to where there were more people. It was just a tad bit scary for my liking. There are stories that the people that work there say that at night the ghost of the dead people come out. Or so i was told yesterday, maybe that was just to creep me out even more.
When I left I went to the Iglesia de Pilar, which is a beautiful church beside the cemetery. When i arrived to the church it started lashing rain and i mean lashing. I was in the rain for 20 seconds and got very wet. When I left the church 5 minutes later the sun was shining!! Afterwards I went to this shopping mall where they have shops full of modern art and handmade things. They were lovely. I was trying to decide what i could throw out of my suitcase so i could bring some stuff home with me. Unfortunately i didnt think of anything. After this I decided that was enough for one day and i should start making my way back because i told Sara and Manena that i would be back between 6 and 7. Boy am i glad I left when i did. I got the number 92 bus back... but I got off at the wrong stop, and had to walk for a bit. This was fine until i had walked about 30 blocks and realised i was walking in the wrong direction!!! I had to turn around and walk all the way back again. My poor feet were all sore from the flip flops and my legs were tired but I made it back alive. Luckily I didnt have to ask anybody for money because I lost my money like I had to do in Barcelona. And luckily I didnt have to ask that many people for direction when I was in Plaza de Francia. Anyway, its all in the description of being a tourist- Must get lost at least more than once. Well Ive got lost once, I wonder how many more there´ll be by the end of 5 and a half months.
I just went and had my first manicure in Buenos Aires. I have lovely french polished fingers. Im going back at 4 for a pedicure and after Im going out with one of the girls Valentina to do some more investigating of Buenos Aires!
Was just about to try put some pictures up but I cant find the USB place thingy...!!
Oh and yesterday I also learned how to make empanadas. A common food over here with minced meet eggs and much more in a pastry! Absolutely delicious!!! When i return Ill cook them for you...
Anyway, welcome to the blog of dora the explorer! those of you that have children will know what im talking about, those of you that have no lives and stay at home all day watching tv will also know what im talking about- im the one that stays at home and watches tv all day(or the babysitter!). A young little girl from I dont know where that goes on all these little adventures to different placs and learns teaches viewers spanish along the way.
Yesterday was the beginning of my exploring Buenos Aires-alone. I got the directions off Sara of how to get where i wanted to go, and how to get back. I left the house and set off on my whirlwind adventure. My destination: Plaza Francia. Recoleta, Buenos Aires. I got the number 92 bus, I told the bus driver where i wanted to go and he told me where to get off. I got off and walked for awhile and reached Cemetario de Recoleta. Here is where the rich people of Buenos Aires are buried. The likes of Presidents and Madonna... I mean Eva Peron. This HUGE cemetery is not your normal people buried in the ground cemetery. When you walk in you are surrounded by, I guess you can call them tombs. These little houses made out of marble, stone, glass or whatever these people can afford hold families of dead people or just one person alone. It is crazy. I stayed there for almost 2 hours and i still did not see the whole place. Apart from the fact that I founf it extremely creepy walking around on my own, there is just so much there. Whenever i found I was alond i practically ran to where there were more people. It was just a tad bit scary for my liking. There are stories that the people that work there say that at night the ghost of the dead people come out. Or so i was told yesterday, maybe that was just to creep me out even more.
When I left I went to the Iglesia de Pilar, which is a beautiful church beside the cemetery. When i arrived to the church it started lashing rain and i mean lashing. I was in the rain for 20 seconds and got very wet. When I left the church 5 minutes later the sun was shining!! Afterwards I went to this shopping mall where they have shops full of modern art and handmade things. They were lovely. I was trying to decide what i could throw out of my suitcase so i could bring some stuff home with me. Unfortunately i didnt think of anything. After this I decided that was enough for one day and i should start making my way back because i told Sara and Manena that i would be back between 6 and 7. Boy am i glad I left when i did. I got the number 92 bus back... but I got off at the wrong stop, and had to walk for a bit. This was fine until i had walked about 30 blocks and realised i was walking in the wrong direction!!! I had to turn around and walk all the way back again. My poor feet were all sore from the flip flops and my legs were tired but I made it back alive. Luckily I didnt have to ask anybody for money because I lost my money like I had to do in Barcelona. And luckily I didnt have to ask that many people for direction when I was in Plaza de Francia. Anyway, its all in the description of being a tourist- Must get lost at least more than once. Well Ive got lost once, I wonder how many more there´ll be by the end of 5 and a half months.
I just went and had my first manicure in Buenos Aires. I have lovely french polished fingers. Im going back at 4 for a pedicure and after Im going out with one of the girls Valentina to do some more investigating of Buenos Aires!
Was just about to try put some pictures up but I cant find the USB place thingy...!!
Oh and yesterday I also learned how to make empanadas. A common food over here with minced meet eggs and much more in a pastry! Absolutely delicious!!! When i return Ill cook them for you...
Monday, March 3, 2008
¿Te Pica?
This is the none stop uestion ive been getting for the past few days... Do the itch?? yes boys and girl... I got mosquito bites... but these are definately mosquito bites to write home about...Which im doing as you can see!! On saturday I went to the country to a house of Patricia and Edgardo. It was raining the whole time but it wsa such a nice place! I hda a rly nice tym. We watched the bucket list, but it didnt have the ending..(dad i forgot to ask u that on the phone lsat night..How does it end??? I liked by the way..told you so!!) I loved it!! my bucket list is being made as we speak... ill be crossing off one of my goals by august 9th!! In the evening ew sat at the table with my dictionary talkin and teaching other words in English and spanish! and i was delighted to be told that my spanish has defiantely improved!! thank goodness for that because ive been thinkin none stop in spanish the past week...its practically impossible to write this in english!!haha!! So ewre sitting bonding in the kitchen and i look down at my arm and i have this big red swollen thing attached to it!! Well part of it but it looked attached it was so big!! I have pictures to prove it but they are for another day!! As if one wasnt enouhg ive developed 7 big mosquito bites over the past 2 days!! lovely big red horrible things!! ive been takin antihestimeen(however its spelt) and putting on cream and repellent!! Anway i can honestly say im looking forward to seein the back of them!!! nothing but pain!! Definately makes it known to the argentinians that im not from here!!!
On thursday I went to the theatre!! Yes it was in Spanish! Yes it was impossible to understand and YES THERE WAS A NAKED OLD MAN IN IT!!!!! One thing that makes me glad im only staying here for 6 weeks, is that people are so flipen open here!! the other day i was in the eating area and Alejandra(the cousin of the ppl im staying with) just took off her dress in front of mario and got changed! i was lik AHHH!haha!! I ave another story but i could get in trouble for it os ask me in email or when i get back!!
After the theatre us 12 girls went out 2 eat! it was rly good fun!! and so cheap once again!!! Im loving it... im going 2 be lik 10 sizes bigger when i get back!!haa!
Today i went shopping with Sara(mums godmother)!! and flippen heck does she shop!! The lady is 79! we walked for about 5 hours!! She bought more than me she had to sit down less than me and shes still full of energy now... I was ashamed of myself needless to say that someone bought more stuff than me!! Ill get her back one day though...
On thursday I went to the theatre!! Yes it was in Spanish! Yes it was impossible to understand and YES THERE WAS A NAKED OLD MAN IN IT!!!!! One thing that makes me glad im only staying here for 6 weeks, is that people are so flipen open here!! the other day i was in the eating area and Alejandra(the cousin of the ppl im staying with) just took off her dress in front of mario and got changed! i was lik AHHH!haha!! I ave another story but i could get in trouble for it os ask me in email or when i get back!!
After the theatre us 12 girls went out 2 eat! it was rly good fun!! and so cheap once again!!! Im loving it... im going 2 be lik 10 sizes bigger when i get back!!haa!
Today i went shopping with Sara(mums godmother)!! and flippen heck does she shop!! The lady is 79! we walked for about 5 hours!! She bought more than me she had to sit down less than me and shes still full of energy now... I was ashamed of myself needless to say that someone bought more stuff than me!! Ill get her back one day though...
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