So despite the fact that they had been traveling for days and were exhausted, we jumped right in and walked from their hotel in Retiro to the Recoleta market. I kept them going at a quick pace all week; we saw (and ate in) all of the major barrios: Recoleta, Puerto Madero, Palermo, San Telmo, el Centro, and La Boca. They even made it out to Colonia in Uruguay by themselves on a day I had class. I was so proud.
|On the balcony of their hotel room|
|Of course, I introduced them to mate...|
|Puente de la Mujer|
|View out the porthole of the ship-museum in Puerto Madero|
|Flamenco show in San Telmo|
It was sort of a parent-child role reversal the entire week: since neither of them speaks the language or knows the city, I was leading them around, teaching them vocabulary and Argentine history, and telling them where we were going and what we were doing. By the end of the week, I was happily exhausted. They were exhausting only because we had to cram in a run-through of the entire city in only a few days. It's the kind of place you know you might never come back to, so we didn't want to waste time. We did, however, take a break every afternoon to relax and share some Malbec-- after the majority of our activities but before dinner. They had a little trouble adjusting to the Argentine dinner hour: no earlier than 9:00 and often as late as 11:00. When we ate at a steakhouse in Puerto Madero, we left the restaurant at 1:00 a.m. and there were still plenty of people there eating.
On Friday, we left the city-- people in my family are generally more inclined toward the suburban or rural lifestyle (although my mom insists she wants to move to a city when they retire)-- to spend a relaxing day in the countryside of San Antonio de Areco. We participated in the "Dia del Campo" at an estancia called La Portena. It was beautiful, and the perfect escape from the city's insanity (which, as I have admitted before and will never deny, I am in love with). We learned about gaucho customs, ate asado, rode horses, and, most importantly, got to play with the dogs that lived there. God, I miss my dogs.
|My mom conquers her horse fears|
|A lovely carriage ride|
|Those lambs were only a day old!|
|I saw this guy on the radio!|
It was a really great week. I was sad to see them go (tears again, of course) but I'll be home in less than two months! I can hardly believe it. The two major things left on the agenda are Puerto Madryn and Mar del Plata. Also on my list are: show at the Teatro Colon, futbol game, Montevideo in Uruguay, possibly La Plata and/or Tigre, and, perhaps most importantly, one of these Thursdays I want to go down to San Telmo to see the Grandmothers and Mothers of the Disappeared.
As always, exciting times on the horizon. Stay tuned.