tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49108677124706523182024-03-12T19:44:05.434-07:00A Young American Female Perspective on Living in Buenos AiresTaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-77348348778621776382011-05-23T11:54:00.000-07:002011-05-23T12:58:52.320-07:00Last day in Buenos AiresToday is our last day in BA. We have a red eye flight at 9pm. I am both excited to come home to the beach and sad that our trip is ending. There are many things I am going to miss about this place. To start..the soccer culture. There is always at least three games on TV, accompanied by a announcer with a voice with so much passion and intensity you might think every game is a championship. Matt and I made it to five River games and there is nothing else like them. The dining culture...Eating out is a big part of the culture here and no matter what night of the week there is lines pouring down the street from your favorite grubbery. Cheap red wine...My wallet and I will miss it dearly, my liver will not. The city life...There is always something fun to do or unique to try and always someone who is equally interested in doing and trying with you. Spanish... For all its hardships learning a new language has by far been the most rewarding part of this trip. The mindset of fellow expatriates...Meeting a fellow expat is always a very enjoyable experience. There is no hostility or awkwardness, only a genuine interest in getting to know the other person and sharing experiences, contacts and advice. Lack of communication...Relying on cell phones with only basic features and a low credit line that gets lower with each call, sometimes you actually have to follow through with plans and not cancel the last minute with fear that you can't get ahold of the person. It honestly makes life easier and more dependable people.<br />
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I will miss you Buenos Aires! I promise I will return again with more American dollars in my pocket and the same genuine excitement for exploring your territory!Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-1075005990964614772011-05-22T10:21:00.000-07:002011-05-22T10:21:22.855-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The salt flats were quite amazing. We watched the sun come up over the mountains until we were blinded and felt the rays heat up the air. The salt goes on for miles and the only things that aren't white is the car and our bodies. The salar was formed as a result of transformations between several prehistoric lakes thousands of years ago. Hexagon and crystal formations on the ground is caused from oxygen rising from the ground, which is up to 66 feet below the surface. There is no depth perception at the salar so if positioned the right way you can create pretty funny photos. Pictures are worth a thousand words so I will let them do the talking. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-opUd6h1uVck/Tdkqfkirq0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AQ-RHQ_sTtQ/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-opUd6h1uVck/Tdkqfkirq0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AQ-RHQ_sTtQ/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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After we visited a cemetery of one of Bolivia's oldest trains. I don't know much about trains but seeing this ancient machine and all its parts was very fun. That night we stayed at another pueblo town but this time with travelers going the other direction. After dinner we passed a flask of whisky to warm our bellies and shared stories. Two American boys warned us that they suffered bad altitude sickness. There is not much you can do to prevent it but I guess being aware eased the shock when it did hit us.<br />
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The tour began at 10am on Thursday. We met our driver and guide, a five foot five Boliviano in his mid 30s named Alfredo. The tour company informed us our driver didn't speak a work of English which was nerve-racking and exciting at first and later we could not be more grateful for it because the next five days would be a a full-on Spanish class. On day three I had a dream solely in Spanish and day four I kept accidentally writing in Spanish in my journal.<br />
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Most of the first day we spent driving and stopping at scenic spots where we would take photos, stretch our legs and explore. The landscape was incredible. Each time we turned a corner or came over a hill it felt like we were entering a new country. The minerals and elements in the earth bring out hundreds of different colors, textures and shapes in the mountains. One minute we were on a windy dirt road on a cliff overlooking a green valley and hugging a enormous mountain and the next we were cruising through a dry desolate desert with nothing in front of us but road and nothing beside us but sand and llamas. In some parts, gigantic volcanos that were once active thousands of years ago, spit out rocks that have spread all across the land and are now permanent fixtures in the earth's living room. We passed by small pueblos including one that only had ten residents. The pueblo was nestled in a valley surrounded by mountains. To reach their mail box they have to climb fifty feet up a cliff. These people take a segregated and simple lifestyle to a new level.<br />
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Other sights we saw as we peered out the window of our four-by-four Toyota Landcruiser included abandoned train stations, mines extracting minerals from the earth, small cemeteries with dying flowers and llamas grazing. Besides from the pueblos there was no sign of human life or manmade objects. The nature became our bathroom.<br />
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As we approached the town where we would sleep, we stopped to chat with another tour guide car. As I eavesdropped the conversation, I picked up that the salt flats were closed due to rain and it was confirmed when Alfredo looked back at us with a discouraged look. It only rains two times a year in this part of the world and it rained two days before our arrival. Thats what you call bad timing. Our original trip had to be rerouted since we would not be going through the flats. The reason it is closed is because the middle is lower than the outside and too much water collects for the cars to go through. Fortunately the outside was dry enough for us to go 20 miles in, so we were able to see some of it.<br />
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We got to the town where we would stay the night. The town looked abandoned because the buildings were torn down and there wasn't a soul in sight. It only took twenty seconds to get from the front of the town to the other side where our hostel sat. A few large Bolivian ladies sat behind tables with souvenirs and clothing laid upon them. We were escorted to our room, which was in a building made of salt. In fact, everything from the ground to the bed to the tables were made of salt. There was a big room with seven twin beds and a separate room with one large bed, all laid with bright red covers. There were no other travelers staying here. It was only 5pm so there was a couple hours to waste before dinner. After settling and putting on a couple more layers of clothes, we explored the area. The town is based off salt. Small one room factories with backyards full of salt piles laid the land. Workers take the salt from the salt flats which are close by, burn it, clean it and package it.<br />
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Tea and cookies awaited us at our room when we returned. The hot water felt good on our hands and bellies. Before all the natural light left the earth, we read, wrote in our journals, ate dinner and jumped into our sleeping bags because it was just too cold to be out of them. Matt and I looked at each other all bundled up and just laughed at where we were and what was happening. Although the room and bed turned out to be quite cozy, we both woke up multiple times in the night from being anxious. The silence was eerie and the door wouldn't lock all the way. At 6:15 am we heard a knock on the door. Time to wake up and head to the salt flats for sunrise!<br />
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Matt got food poisoning this past weekend while he was duck hunting. He is feeling better but he is still suffering from stomach aches. Luckily you don't need a perscription to get antibiotics so he was able to get his hands on some. I am crossing my fingers he feels better by tomorrow because once we cross the border it's going to be hard to come back.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-12900259055663732022011-05-11T09:17:00.000-07:002011-05-11T09:17:31.627-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My experience living here and trying to learn another language has lead me to one conclusion: If I have the means I want my future children to be taught a second language early on in their lives. When a seven year is teaching you how to pronounce the "z" sound in the alfabet because you forgot, you realize how even with six years of Spanish under your belt, at times you are on the same level as a second grader. Now I could blame this incompetency on three things: my own inefficiency, my parents, or the public school system where I was raised. Yes I think I should have payed more attention in my college Spanish classes but hey I got good grades and thats what mattered right? I could blame my parents but that would be unfair because private language classes for three kids and saving for college tuition was a little out of the question. To be honest I would like to blame our public school system which in turn would be a knock on the entire political agenda of our government, but when you think of the public school systems that exist which are lacking capable teachers, it easy to see why early bilingual education is put on the back burner. The more obvious explanation in my opinion is that English is such a widely spoken language that as a country we have put less stress on learning a second language.</span><br />
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</div><div>After twenty minutes of poking around the internet and discussing with Matt where our friends have gone, we decided Chile would be a really cool place to go. It didn't take long to find San Pedro de Atacama, a small town in Northern Chile. San Pedro is not the final destination, just a stepping stone to get to the surrounding landscapes. San Pedro is in the Atacama Desert which is just west of the Andes Mountains and is the driest place in the world! The mountainous terrain is composed mainly of salt, sand and lava and has been described as being on a different planet. In my research I was bombarded with information on tour adventures starting in San Pedro and ending in Salar de Uyuni, another place I had never heard of. Three cups of tea later, I had the fundamental pieces of my trip together. We were going to to start in Salar de Uyuni, the world's largest salt flat in Bolivia and ending at San Pedro de Atacama, the world's driest place in Chile. Not exactly your dress up, dine, sleep on a soft bed and go to a museum the next day-type of trip. However, its one of those unique places that not many people have seen, and it is a paradise for photographers. </div><div><br />
</div><div>The journey begins in Salta, a city two hours from Buenos Argentina by plane. We will stay the night there and spend the next day taking numerous buses to Tupiza in Bolivia, the town where the five day tour starts. Our trip itinerary includes many stops along the way including a salt processing plant, volcanic islands, a pre-inca cemetery, geysers and lagoons. I am not exactly sure what sort of wildlife lives in these parts but I am sure we will see some very interesting things. When choosing our tour program we had the option of a group tour or private tour. We opted for private after reading enough horror stories about overpacked cars and passengers getting altitude sickness and delaying the tour. We have the liberty of choosing how long we want to stay in each place, and we get to ask as many questions as we like! On the last day we are going to be dropped off in San Pedro. We are going to spend two nights and three days in San Pedro and then head back to Salta where we will fly back to BA. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Most of the hotels in San Pedro offer packages with tours included. If we didn't want to go with a tour company, we could rent a car and explore the area on our own but its not recommended. The roads are unpaved and can be very dangerous if you get lost. Some of the activities include mountain biking, sand boarding, horseback riding and hiking. I imagine after our five day tour we will be exhausted and if that happens we can choose something with less physical activity such as hot spring swimming, star gazing and picnics. No matter what we decide to do, the views of the mountains and terrain are said to be enough to take your breath away. Of course, with the high altitude we are going to be breathless most of the time. Altitude is very common because our bodies simply are not used to it. Symptoms include headache, fatigue, stomach ache, dizziness, and sleep disturbance. With the right precautions, there are ways to avoid it. The trick is to ease your way into it by ascending slowly so body can naturally adjust. Another suggestion is to chew coca leaves or drink coca tea, although I haven't read any accounts that prove it actually works- its more just for fun! </div><div><br />
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Holidays here work a little differently as well. The day before and the day after holidays are subject to uncertainty. This is just observation but when I see bustling restaurants, crowds of people hanging in the park, and the running path full of runners and rollerbladers, I can only assume that if a holiday is on a Thursday so is Friday. Of course, I am not in the professional working world so the rules could be more defined there.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-6638812401731665672011-04-30T19:38:00.000-07:002011-04-30T20:50:37.614-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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We moved into our new apartment this week. It is on the 31st floor with a unbelievable view of the city. If we were on the other side we would have a view of the river. When we first walked in and got a tour from the real estate agent I was astounded at how new everything looked. We are certainly very lucky.<br />
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</div>Polo season doesn't start until August but BA hosts a couple friendly exhibition matches in the off season. We saw Argentina play England right in our backyard. I have never seen a polo match before, only briefly in movies, so I first had to get acquainted with the rules. The concept is similar to soccer, get the ball and score, except of course the players are mounted on horses. The field is gigantic with two poles making a goal on each end on the object being to hit the ball between the goal posts, no matter how high in the air. There are four players to each team, each with a different position and responsibility. The game consists of six minute periods and during the breaks players and horses can swap. The final score was 13-8 Argentina.<br />
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Polo isn't nearly as exciting as sitting in the stand with crazy yelling fans at a soccer game but I have to say that hitting a tiny ball with a long skinny stick while sitting on top a horse and leading the horse in the right direction and with the right pace does not look easy. I was thoroughly impressed with how the players guided the horses with such power and composure, making it seem like the horse and their master were the same player.<br />
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</tbody></table>We are moving to another apartment on Tuesday. Our lease is ending and Matt and I wanted to check out another neighborhood. Currently we live in the lovely Las Canitas or what Matt calls the Corona del Mar of Buenos Aires (Corona del Mar is a trendy, upscale neighborhood in Newport Beach). Besides some of the snobby Portenos that reside here, I am going to miss it. During the day it is peaceful and serene and when night the restaurants open up and the streets become alive. Our apartment lies one block from the the busiest street of Baez that has a array of restaurants and cool bars. At night, and especially on weekends, the beautiful Portenos dress in their best to dine and be seen.<br />
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We are moving to Palermo Botanico, a neighborhood with parks and gardens that makes it green and pleasant. In a city with lots of noise, smog and clutter it is a good feeling knowing you have a quiet space to have some peace and privacy. I haven't made up my mind if I like living in a city or not. I miss fresh air and backyards and views of nature instead of buildings. The air here is poisoned with automobile smoke, trash and cigarettes. Of course, the upside of living in a city is that there is a endless amount of things to do. No matter who you are or what you like there is something calling your name as you walk down the street. BA has lots of huge artists and bands coming through on tour and new restaurants and bars are sprouting all over the city. Even with all these positives, there is still times when I miss being surrounded by nature and the beach.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-4886265446311313112011-04-13T15:00:00.000-07:002011-04-16T14:10:08.157-07:00Volunteering in the villas<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>I joined a local volunteer program called LIFE a couple weeks ago. It is a non-profit family run program that works with children and youth living in the extremely poor areas of Argentina. We work with five different community centers, four inside the city and one on the outskirts. The centers are in the backyard of someones house or basically just rooms with large open spaces in the middle of the villas. We provide a after-school program for kids ranging anywhere from two years old to 16 years old. I found this program while doing some research and it was one of the few programs that don't charge a hefty fee to join (pay to volunteer? I know crazy). Most of the volunteer programs offer housing and other overhead costs that are mandatory if you want to volunteer, which for someone like me is unnecessary.<br />
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For my family and friends at home who have ever been to Buenos Aires, the poverty rates in Buenos Aires are staggering. Perhaps not as bad as other countries like Peru and Bolivia that are less developed, but certainly bad enough to make your head turn and a good reminder that Argentina is a third world country. The community centers we visit are in areas called 'villas', basically slums. One of the villas is adjoining neighbors to the city's wealthiest neighborhoods. The houses are made from whatever materials can be found and are stacked on top of one another. Electicity is taken illegally from the city;s main power lines. A large number of the residents are immigrants from other countries like Bolivia who left their home in hopes of finding more opportunity and better lives on the streets of BA, giving you a little insight on what their lives must have been like in their home countries.<br />
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Assuming there is enough volunteers, the program goes to three different villas everyday of the week. On Wednesdays we throw a party for the kid's who have birthdays in that month. We are there for two to three hours. We help them with their homework or bring our worksheets. We save some time at the end to play. Most of the kids are eager to learn and will fight for your help and attention. We keep a log of what level each child is in and a folder with worksheets that they have completed or partially completed. Some days the ratio of volunteers to kids is five to one so it can be difficult to keep track of who is supposed to be doing what. When there are fewer kids we are really able to focus our attention on one or two children and built a stronger connection with them.<br />
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During orientation the leader asked what we thought the attendance rate for school was in these areas. In my head I guessed 40%. Some people said 10% or 20%. Her answer was 95%. We were all a little surprised but she explained to use that the schools provide lunch. Skipping school means skipping a meal. Our hopes are that we can teach the children how importance school is for their lives. Our goal is to give them a hopeful future and more opportunity to create a better life.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-85473560908722227342011-04-11T13:48:00.000-07:002011-04-11T20:38:25.134-07:00The Beatles Argentine style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div>We spoke to the lead male singer after the show and I was shocked to find that his English was not very good. He told us he had a hard time with pronunciations but he has been listening to the Beatles since he was 11 and has perfected their singing technique. We noticed that he positioned his tongue differently and his jaw and mouth looked funny when he sang certain words. Apparently, him and the female vocalist have competed in different Beatle competitions around the world. </div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-8669996831109526752011-04-10T16:53:00.000-07:002011-04-10T16:53:28.619-07:00Vamos jugar!I have my first soccer game today! Wheeties and gatorade for breakfast (okay... more like mate and a croissant). I found the team while doing some research online and finally one of the girls responded to my email a couple weeks ago. The team is only Portenas so I'll have to figure out the soccer lingo in Spanish but I am sure I will pick it up pretty fast. I am excited to play with only Portenas because I want to make friends with some local girls. I have met enough expats like me!<br />
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Matt found two team to play on so he is playing about three times a week Soccer is such a big part of the culture here so it would have been a shame if we didn't get involved. If you meet a boy from BA it is pretty much guaranteed that he is going to play soccer. They play on turf fields here, which are not like the long grassy fields at home. They sometimes play as late as 12 at night just depends on if you can reserve a field or not.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-28113986716999753682011-04-07T16:17:00.000-07:002011-04-07T16:25:15.790-07:00Colonia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-hURfR2f0U/TZ45922_O6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X9M6auXkHik/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-hURfR2f0U/TZ45922_O6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X9M6auXkHik/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eve5FbVxkiE/TZ5ApH5dgII/AAAAAAAAAIU/lIZXMIHLrfo/s1600/DSC_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eve5FbVxkiE/TZ5ApH5dgII/AAAAAAAAAIU/lIZXMIHLrfo/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WMmvD1qZpo/TZ5FqdoebcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fwLuPy9qe0c/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WMmvD1qZpo/TZ5FqdoebcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fwLuPy9qe0c/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Matt and I went to Colonia, Uruguay on Tuesday to renew our passports. Tourists need a passport and to pay a fee to enter Argentina but no tourist visa is required for stays up to three months. If you don't get your passport renewed you have to pay $150 when you go back to the states. Many Argentines and travelers visit Uruguay purely for relaxation and the long white sand beaches, so this was a good excuse to go. Colonia is the oldest town in Uruguay and sits on the coast of Rio de la Plata, facing BA. We took the three hour boat on the way over and the faster one hour boat on the way back. A perfect day trip. Since we only had seven hours in the city we rented bikes see we could explore the coast. The historic old town had cobblestone streets and narrow passageways that were a little hard to meneuver but nothing a expert beach cruiser couldn't manage :) We ate lunch, rode down the coast, collected sand at the beaches and twenty minutes outside of the city we found the old bull fighting stadium that barely can stand on its own. According to the bike rental lady, bull fighting was banded in Uruguay in the 1890s and according to wikipedia she was correct, stating the exact date to be 1899. We returned to the historic center with two hours to spare and saw the most beautiful on the horizon as we popped a bottle of the Uruguain beer Pilsen.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-7515769275513775372011-04-01T09:28:00.000-07:002011-04-01T09:28:22.954-07:00No mas carneThis would be daring to say out loud, but this is a blog so I can say it. I have come to the point where I do not want to look at meat anymore. This city has a infatuation with it and although I indulged in this obsession to the point where I was questioning if I had eaten a whole cow yet, I am starting to point my nose in other directions. This change in attitude is due to two things. For one, my taste buds no longer get dazzled by some of the highest quality meat I might ever eat, which is never a good sign, and secondly I have gained what some of us here like to call the BA 15, similar to the freshman 15 but instead the culprit is not cheap fraternity beer but meat, ice cream and wine. I have begun the quest for healthy options that will still leave me feeling satisfied. As far as finding healthy ice cream, there is no hope but I am adding to my small list of healthy cafes, restaurants and markets little by little.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-7976149540698451072011-03-31T17:09:00.000-07:002011-03-31T17:09:06.040-07:00I have been dedicating a lot of time to my internship these past couple weeks. I work from my computer so I get to work when I want which is very nice. This internship is becoming more of a hobby which is good and bad. I get so caught up in searching the web trying to find the coolest and more interesting things going on this city, before you know it I have 20 windows open. I click on one thing and it leads to another. For people like myself who are indecisive and have a widespread curiosity, living in a city with so many happenings it is easy to get lost in it all. I am getting better at channeling my attention on things that interest me the most and dismissing all the rest- but it does take practice. As much my research and findings are benefiting this magazine and it's followers, it would be a lie to say that I am doing it just for them. I like being able to show off my knowledge to my friends. I just need to make sure I don't spend more time on the internet than actually enjoying the things I talk about.<br />
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In regards to my internship and just living here in general, I have noticed a few things about this country in the past month or so. Companies and businesses here do not value site management as much as we do in the states. I have come across too many sites to even count that are 'temporarily under construction' or have incorrect contact information listed. There are many restaurants, stores and cafes that don't have a website at all. Furthermore, if they have the right number listed there is a fifty-fifty chance they will answer the phone. You would think this would only be true for small businesses but it is true for the large ones too.<br />
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What I have concluded from my experience is that BA is just a little behind on using the internet as adamantly as businesses in the states. I am sure companies exist that haven't jumped on the internet or bust bandwagon and are still prospering due to reputation and locality but it still surprises me that in a city with so many people living it and visiting that you wouldn't want to take advantage of all the great benefits of creating a reliable website.<br />
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One more thing to think about that downplays everything I just said is that for a foreigner with english as first language, many things are lost in translation. When I first came here I searched for things in google in English. Now that I am a little bit wiser and my Spanish is much better, I search in Spanish which has proven to provide more accurate information and just more information in general. However, even in my Spanish dealings I still encounter many of these problems.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-18665015524414131212011-03-22T18:45:00.000-07:002011-03-23T15:01:27.598-07:00Mar del Plata<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Matt and I just got back from Mar del Plata, a beach city four hours south of Buenos Aires. During the summer, the wealthy folks head down to Punta del Este in Uruguay and the middle class make their way to this big tacky beach city. It was the perfect weekend to go because sun and highs of 80 degrees were on the the forecast and since it is off-season, we just missed the tourist crowds. Apparently, Mar del Plata attracts so many people in summer you can't even find a spot to lay your towel on the beach.<br />
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We stayed at a hotel that was walking distance to the main beach and plazas. The outside appearance and lobby lived up to it's four star rating but of course the only thing that even closely resembled the website photos of the room was the bedding. We arrived at sunset so just in time to take a stroll on the beach and the surrounding areas. Feeling the sand squeezed between my toes was a good reminder of home and it was so nice to smell the fresh ocean air. We freshened up and headed over to the popular bar and club street to check out the nightlife. I was a little underdressed, being deceived by the humidity during the day, so I didn't really care what bar we walked into. As I warmed up and my belly warmed up, we watched groups of guys scoping out groups of girls. This isn't the first time but I felt like we were surrounded by high school spring breakers. Everyone was so young. I am getting old, tear tear! Since the drinking age is 18 (and that rule is often overlooked) there are many times at certain bars where I feel like I am at the after-party of a sweet 16 birthday party.<br />
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The rest of the weekend we did a lot of laying on the beach, studying Spanish index cards, reading magazines and soaking in the hot sun. I was happy to get away from the city but I have to say that the trip made miss Newport and California more than ever. Maybe I am just spoiled, in fact I know I am, but I couldn't help but wish I was laying on the soft yellow sand in Newport Beach, where the beaches are long and wide and clean. One thing we were very pleased about was finally having access to some fresh seafood. I had to look up the word 'seafood' in my dictionary on the bus over, proof enough that there is little to zero seafood restaurants in BA. We found it very odd when our reception told us if we wanted really fresh seafood we have to take a fifteen minute taxi ride outside the main beach. I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that restaurants in the tourists' radar zones over-charge you for mediocre food. Luckily some friends recommended a couple places outside the city that satisfied our fish cravings.<br />
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Sunday night after we stuffed our bellies with calamarri, garlic shrimp and abedejo (white fish) we headed over to the casino where we tried our luck in one of the few games where the language barrier would not be a disadvantage, black jack! I was up the whole time until the last five minutes where I lost all my money. Matt and I agreed we would stop playing when one of us lost all our money. Luckily Matt's winnings made up for my loses and we left $10 pesos richer.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-74433931917379694522011-03-15T16:36:00.000-07:002011-04-11T13:49:02.747-07:00Fotos... Disfruta!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Vocabulary and slang, which is a whole language of it's own in my opinion, are also different for each region. Grammar, thank goodness, is more consistent among all the different Spanish dialects. I took a Spanish linguistics class in college that gave me a better understanding of how words are formed and the distinct features of each dilaect. However, I do wish I had payed more attention to the section when we covered Latin America!<br />
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One thing I am ashamed to say, but I think is quite normal, is that I have taken almost seven years of Spanish classes and I am more self-motivated and more excited than I ever was to study! And another thing... shame on the spanish teachers who never made their students talk in Spanish in class.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-46822177958066094092011-03-12T06:43:00.000-08:002011-03-12T06:43:49.073-08:00I started my internship with a travel magazine today. This company (which I don't want to mention online but just ask me later!) has publication in most major cities and are a well-known enterprise in Europe and South America. Matt bought me the pocket size guide book for Christmas and it hasn't been more than 10 feet away from me since. The company also releases a bi-annual magazine, which I read the first week it was released and now sits on our living room table. My role for the next couple months is to manage and maintain their social media efforts. The company started a branch in Buenos Aires eight years ago but as far as social media goes, they are just starting to make a presence. Myself and another girl who is about the same age as me, will be managing their Facebook and Twitter accounts, as well as their monthly newsletters. My job is to dig out the most interesting and least obvious dirt and share it with anyone I can get to read it. I am very pleased to have found this job because I have an interested in exploring the shadows of this wonderful city and keeping in the loop so I don't miss out on anything!Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-86090889090358920392011-03-10T08:20:00.000-08:002011-03-12T07:29:00.786-08:00River Plate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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After going through three security lines, it was the moment of truth. Honest scalper? Or deceptive swindler? Unfortunately it was the ladder. Only one of four tickets worked. However, the man let us in anyways, probably because he knew we were dumb americans who didn't know any better. If that was the reason he let it slide, then fine by me!<br />
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Next task- finding good seats, by that I mean the safest place we can stand with out getting our teeth knocked out. Finding a good spot was easy, the stadium was a barely quarter full. For a moment I thought to myself this must be a practice game or something. The crowds were calm and the players seemed small on such a big field. The whistle blew to start the game and by the end of the second half Matt looked at us like he had a epiphany and informed us that was the River Plate Junior team! The real game was just about to start.<br />
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Floods of fans in red and white poured into the stadium holding banners, flags and umbrellas. A band of drummers took their seats in the middle of the section. We braced ourselves for what was to come. The whistle blew, the stadium got louder and the floor started to vibrate. The songs began, barely a moment of silence in between. People sang with such pride and honor, placing their hands on their chest and waving their right arm in the air. I could feel the spit hit my neck from the man singing behind me. A women with dreadlocks stood in front of us, her River Plate shield tattoo visible on her back. Young boys started to climb the wired fences that separated our section from the one next to us and perched themselves so they could get a better view of the field. A two year old boy sat on the shoulders of his father waving his hands in the air. It truly was an unbelievable sight, one that can't be compared to any sporting event in the states. People live, eat, breathe soccer and if you come to Buenos Aires without going to game, you will never truly understand the culture here.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-79932281444652642392011-03-04T12:28:00.000-08:002011-03-10T07:05:06.623-08:00Matt got back yesterday from his five day hunting trip. He stayed at a hunting lodge four hours outside of BA. He was invited by his friend from Memphis to join him the other fifteen others on the expedition. Seeing that Matt dreams about shooting fish almost every night and his most searched topic in youtube is 'spearfishing', this was a good alternative. I was a little surprised when he told me they were hunting doves but apparently doves are pests to farmers. Over five days, the group shot over 53,000 doves! Matt had never used a shotgun before but he did pretty well in the group, placing second for accuracy.<br />
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Once the birds are shot, the bird boys and their canine partners collect them and after each hunter's killings are put on paper, the birds are used as bait to catch paranas or you can eat it barbecued. Matt says they are quite tender and tasty.<br />
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This weekend we have guests in town so I am sure it will be a fun-filled weekend. Tomorrow we might go to a estancia in the countryside to enjoy a 'dia de campo'. A day in the country includes horse back riding, hiking, asados around a campfire, bike riding and gaucho shows. Next Tuesday is the carnival holiday, a annual festival celebrated in many European and South American countries. It was originally started by Catholics in Italy and was held the day before lent. People dress up in costumes and parade down the streets. This is the first year in a long time that carnival was allowed to be celebrated in Buenos Aires, so I have heard that it is best to go to Uruguay or Rio if you want to see the real fiesta.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-78063675581369134342011-02-28T09:51:00.000-08:002011-03-02T16:28:30.281-08:00El Tigre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y3beOl0b7GI/TWwsqroILDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cg2_1A8NEu8/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y3beOl0b7GI/TWwsqroILDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cg2_1A8NEu8/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i8XKVN2GjrE/TWvUFecE_QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N5ggYSAKsnE/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i8XKVN2GjrE/TWvUFecE_QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N5ggYSAKsnE/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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El Tigre is the gateway to the Delta, a network of waterways and islands, and a paradise for vacation homes. Matt and I heard it was the perfect place to have a relaxing day away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Locals and tourists alike go there to enjoy the river deltas, the fresh air and the Puerto de Frutos- the outdoor markets that line the river ports. By far the biggest attraction was the outdoor markets where you can find wicker furniture, homemade honey and sweets, jewelry, vibrant flowers, and of course fresh fruit. When we got off the train it was first things first- find a parilla so we could walk around with a full stomach. We followed our noses and looked for a place that had more people that empty chairs. At lunch that day I learned a two very valuable lessons: Ordering a salad at a parilla is always a little risky. Lesson number two: Don't order a salad if you don't know whats in it. My attempt to be on the healthier side did not go as planned. I ordered a Waldorf salad and what I was handed was a bowl of cream and celery. I have found on this day and my other attempts to order salads at a parilla is that what you see is what you get, and if it doesn't list the ingredients, make sure to ask your waiter or simply don't order it.<br />
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As we walked around the markets and looked out onto the river, it was easy to forget we were in Buenos Aires. Buying furniture was out of the question, but we got our hands dirty with the best fruit smoothie I have had in a very long time. Our hands also got sticky eating figs, a fruit hard to describe because it is unlike any other but basically it is candy.<br />
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Matt's friend Bobby was anxious to find some water sports, seeing that he lived on the peninsula and was deprived of it for the last couple months as he traveled around South America. We hopped on a tourist tour boat in hopes of finding a waterski lodge. Once we found the waterski lodge, we jumped off onto the dock, not knowing when the boat would return. The lodge was clearly someone's house because their was two little girls playing in the front yard with the dogs. Finally a adult came out to help us and they informed us that the speed boat was gone and wouldn't be back for a while and the tourist boat would be back in about three hours. Another valuable lesson: doing a little bit of research will help you avoid situations like this. Although, we did accomplish our goal of relaxing. We kicked off our sandals, popped a couple quilmes and practiced some Spanish.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-6779166576430716802011-02-26T14:09:00.000-08:002011-02-27T18:27:39.247-08:00BA Fashion Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pt8uG8yn7dM/TWlVukCrFPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6zVhakhJxsM/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pt8uG8yn7dM/TWlVukCrFPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6zVhakhJxsM/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Buenos Aires Fashion Week, a biannual event showcasing 20+ designers and their collections for the winter and autumn seasons, was this past week. I had never been to a fashion show before so I was excited to check it out and get some insight into the Argentine fashion world. Matt and I ended up seeing the second to last show on Friday. As we approached the venue, scores of 15 to 23 year olds flooded out of the building into the streets with glowing smiles and shopping bags in hand. Matt and I entered the massive auditorium, featuring designer showrooms, and stood still for a moment in silence to watch the crowds of young girls decked out in their closet's best arm in arm with their fashionista friends galloping in their stunningly high high-heels around the fashion race course.<br />
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The designer showrooms featured select items that were available for purchase and very fun to gaze at. The auditorium was also a sort of waiting area to get into the runway room. The lines to get in ran all the way to the opposite side of the auditorium so far you could even see where it ended. Groups of girls sat in circles on the floor as they waited in line to get a glimpse of this winter's hottest trends (winter is just about to start here). I was very surprised at how most of the attendees were teenage girls. I was expecting a older crowd and a few more men.<br />
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We didn't know much about Vicki Otero, the designer we were about to see, only that she was a woman and she was from Argentina. The show ended up being around 12 minutes. Her collection had a lot of baggy clothes and dark neutral colors. I don't know much about judging this sort of high end fashion but thanks to Project Runway I could catch the intricate details and innovate cuts she mastered.<br />
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</div>I don't know if I would wait in line again for an hour to see such a short show but I am glad we stuck it out and got to see some of BA's fashion icons and the teenage girls that seem to be front and center when it comes to seeing the latest trends.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910867712470652318.post-53409972610371040842011-02-26T06:05:00.000-08:002011-02-26T10:48:09.809-08:00I simply remember my favorite things...Here are a few of my favorite things about living in Buenos Aires...<br />
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Best ice cream I have ever eaten. The helado here is so thick and creamy you could chuck some at the wall and it would stick. Dulce de leche granizado and tramontano are my favorites! (Dulce de leche is a caramel-like milk based spread-very popular in South America)<br />
Red wine. You can buy a deliciously smooth bottle of Malbec (Argentine grape) for less than $7 (US). Don't get me wrong California has good red wine, but it wine just seems to taste better right after a bite of bife de lomo.<br />
Weather. Summers get really hot but are not too humid and apparently in winters you can still wear sandals and dine outside.<br />
Grid system. For someone like me who is awful with directions, I really appreciate how this city was built. The grid system makes it a lot easier to get around and the main streets are a good point of reference.<br />
Long days. If your a Cali girl like me, there is a certain level of sun required to feel balanced. Furthermore, when the sun is out longer psychologically I don't feel as rushed to get things done (I suppose this can be a good and a bad thing).<br />
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Like with almost anything you encounter in life, when there is upside there is a downside. Living in a different country requires patience and perhaps sometimes a realization that it could just be the language barrier. My hopes are to give you some insight, instead of sounding judgmental, in telling you some things I am not so fond of living in Buenos Aires...<br />
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Uncertainty. You never know if a store might randomly be closed or if the owners decided to go on vacation. <br />
No fresh fish. For a city that is so close to the sea you would expect at least a couple fish markets or fish restaurants. Perhaps they exist we just haven't found them but I am pretty convinced meat has taken over this city. Although they do have a thing for salmon. Go into any sushi restaurant here and you will find 30 different rolls that have creatively combined salmon and cream cheese.<br />
No healthy/organic food. I have yet to find a health store or even a section for healthier choice. I would kill for a bag of trail mix or dried fruit from Trader Joes! Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280695988780257882noreply@blogger.com3