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| legendary dog walkers |
Finally. Finally, finally, finally. Finalmente. Finally, I feel like I'm beginning to understand something here. I came to a sudden conclusion last week that really took me by suprise: IN BUENOS AIRES I HAVE TO SPEAK SPANISH. Naturally, for the first month or so of being in Bs.As., I was in the "I just got here, learning spanish, heheh" phase and anytime I'd ask for a medialuna at a cafe or speak with someone on the bus, it'd always be, "Oh, I'm learning spanish" and "what was I doing in Buenos Aires anyway?" And we'd giggle. But after a while, it gets kind of old having the same conversation over and over again, especially knowing that it isn't really going to help you get any better at a language. So, last Thursday, I was sitting in Havanna sipping my typical miniature-sized coffee, and feeling pretty silly with my giant ingles-espanol/espanol-ingles diccionario on the mesa when I realized that it was time to stop pretending I had no clue what was coming out of my mouth. I know how to get a point across. Certainly, in some situations it's easier to communicate than in others. For example, my castellano is miraculously better when I speak comfortably in class with my teachers at school or when I'm having a delightfully tranquil conversation versus when the bus driver stares at me demanding directions or when my host mother gives me a blank look in response to nearly every sentence I sputter. I've realized that I think I'm starting to get it and (I daresay) Bs.As. too. It's such an interesting experience - to learn a language and its culture at the same time. Suddenly, and from where I'm not at all sure, I'm able to understand what people are saying on TV, to each other on the street, and (perhaps most importantly) what they are saying to me. It's like this wave of comprehension just came over me, and is still crashing.
Although I'm past what they call the "bright eyes" stage of studying abroad, I'm certainly still enamored with everything going on around me. I miss everyone. A lot. Especially sometimes more than others. But then I can't help but to think, damn, what a beautiful place this is and really, there's no time for looking down. Having new Argentine friends helps!
Meanwhile, I've still been exploring the streets and scenes of this place and I've taken some photos to go along.
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| An orange juice cart/bike in Barrio Chino |
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| the alfajor addiction continues |
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| a day spent at the botanical gardens; so that's where mate comes from! |
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| Juana de Arco fashion show at Buenos Aires Fashion Week |
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| just a cold, windy, COLD day at Puerto Madero |
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| always miniature-sized coffee; even gas station takeout |
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| Puerto Madero is also host to a wide variety of choripan/parilla stands |
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| AND 2 PESO ALFAJORES, hechos de mano, the best I've ever had |
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| there are carrousels in several different plazas around the city, but this one I really liked a lot |
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| discovering nature at the ecological reserve |
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| we found the beach(like setting at the ecological reserve)! |
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| I'll always be in love with the shoreline |
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| nature's pretty cool I guess |
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| produce vendor at san telmo market |
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| cute mate gourds/bombillas! still on the lookout for the one to become my own |
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| crowd sample at the San Telmo market on sunday |
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| inside the grand Cafe Tortoni, the oldest cafe in Buenos Aires |
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| the Tortoni |
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| Entryway into La Prensa, the building that hosted LA's most important early newspaper |
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| grand salon in La Prensa |
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| La Prensa is now a cultural center and the salon is used for tallers and exhibitions |
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| museum days: MALBA |
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