July 23, 2016
It is obvious from my previous posts that while I am here attempting to immerse myself into modes that allow me to absorb Argentine (BA), I am also studying Tango…as far as I am concerned – the dance of dances. Not just by traveling and being a tourist, but by studying the history, keeping up to date on politics, attempting to understand the context of federal and local government, attempting to become versed in local language and customs…and obviously the language – which is not the easiest thing to do at this age. But, it isn’t always easy to reprogram your mind…and if you are going to do it…then language is a sure way of doing just that!! Staying away from the simplicity of the big hotels and areas that seem to be nothing more than a projection of American or Western Culture – Yes, they have McDonald’s…but, not for the kid…
My return was wonderful for many reasons, but again…it’s not just about the place…it’s about the people. So, I was so glad to see my new friends again…Alejandro Gee and Erzsebet Tamas…my Buenos Aires Hosts with the Mosts!!!! :) Now, I so enjoyed a hug and kiss with Osvaldo (it’s an Argentine thing, you may not understand), but to see these two again brought a feeling of peace that comes when you recognize that you have found a good place to help you continue your journey in life:
Just like Santiago in the book by Paulo Coehlo, “The Alchemist”, sometimes you don’t know where you will find your treasure. I had made a decision that I was going to go the Buenos Aires, so I simply started doing research on the internet…came across several opportunities on Trip Advisor…and started emailing various people. Several conversations were started before I first came to BA, and based on those conversations I went with Alejandro and Erzsebet. To be sure, I took lesson from a few people when I first got there…but Alejandra and Erzsebet they had the stuff I was looking for…now this wasn’t a suit, a hat, some shoes, fancy moves and a rose in the mouth…This was and is more like Tango boot camp… :) Not for the show..but for the SELF…to borrow a line from Christine Denniston, “The Meaning of TANGO: the story of the Argentinian Dance”,…and I am paraphrasing,
one old milonguero walked up to another asked him, “how is your tango coming”…the other milonguero said to him, “after 40 years, I think I am finally getting my walk together.” Oh, how I love that sequence of conversation….as in many ways, that is the dance…it isn’t something that comes together after a few lessons…it’s more of a life time. They teach out of Alejandro’s Tango House:
An absolutely amazing place, excellent accommodations and location…full of culture, great proximity, and place of which you can personally attach. And, Alejandro laughs when I say it is right across the street from my favorite Parilla!! :) These two have been absolutely amazing…telling me where to go, how to get my business done, making my stay comfortable, talking with me about Argentine (BA) culture..and many other wonderful things..not to mention introducing me to El Beso, Salon Canning, Gricel, La Confiteria Ideal…and many wonderful people at the milonga’s and other places around the city….not to mention kicking my culo good every day to make sure I remembered my lessons :) whew…between that and all the walking to feel the barrio…I was a sore old man
But, let me be clear. I don’t pretend to be an expert on Buenos Aires or Tango. As my friend April Parker and Angel Montero (Atlanta Tango) so appropriately calls it…I know I am a Tango baby…and proud of it!! To be clear…
This is not a Tango blog…I am simply writing about my own journey in life…there are plenty of blogs in the internet universe that cover the Tango Journey and experiences….some of them are excellent…and some are written by individuals who are complete ‘BOLUDOs’….check out my Lunfardo :) This isn’t a commentary on styles…old or new…or those from different parts of the world or even the Rio de la Plata Region (Argentina and Uruguay)…often times the evolution of the different expressions are clearly evident. Either way, I am simply referring to my own journey…seeking my own voice and expression culminating from making peace with my own emotions and spiritual journey. Thus, while I am walking along on my own journey, I’ll only talk about bits and piece’s for now…sometimes if you want to know what something smells, tastes or feels like…you have to do it yourself :) So, on this walk in my current experience and through time…I’ll talk about a few things…but, the best part of it… in me…is yet to come…in the mean time…I’m so grateful to my friends in Argentina…those I have now…those I am getting to know…and those yet to come – so glad we found each other!! By the way, I absolutely love the Malbec!!!!
July 23, 2016
When I first started this blog, and over the life of it, its primary purpose was to allow my children and loved ones to be able to follow along with me to these unique places. Then part of it was to also document some of the interesting projects I was working on….then, as the places became unique so then the purpose of my blog began to evolve. Not long ago I was talking with a group of colleagues, and the discussion of our hobbies came up. Of course, one of my most loved hobbies/passions centers around international travel – unique places, things and people. When they asked to name the places, oddly enough…those in the room had to fill in some of the places I didn’t name. Not because I had forgotten the places, but over time it has become less about the places and more about the people – people – friendships in all walks of life. When asked which of the places were my favorite, I didn’t have an answer for them. All of these places are wonderful in their own way, and they all have problems in their own way. What makes them so special is less about the architecture, the way of life, the scenery, or even the silliness and immaturity of naming a place simply for the effect of portending to be better than someone else who has not had that specific experience.
Because now it is less about the place, although they are all wonderful – even a post-civil war/conflict country such as Liberia, it is more about the people. In some instances, places may help shape us, but for me it is the people and their life stories that make such a huge contribution to the expansion of the sense of humanity. As far as I’m concerned, if my breast is not expanded after being someplace, then that means I have not spent enough time getting to know the human story attached to that area. Thus, while this blog has its beginning in one context…it now has evolved into more of a tracking of my own spiritual journey. Maybe one day I’ll put all of it together and fill in the blanks regarding emotional and spiritual evolution or what I was dealing with at that particular time. Maybe one day, I’ll turn this into something similar to our grand matriarchs writing, “All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes” (Maya Angelou). But, in the meantime, I shall continue on my journey…. whether I am limping along the way or not
One of the things I like the most about international travel, is when you get to spend either enough time in a place to get to know people or you can go frequently enough over a longer period of time so it becomes less about just the geography and place and more about the people. And, so in returning to Buenos Aires, it was so wonderful to get picked up at the airport and return to a familiar setting, face and personality in the form of My Man, Osvaldo….
Now, please excuse the fact that I look like I have landed a starring roll on Criminal Minds as the new Psycho Path that Hotch, Morgan and the Team will be tracking down…nothing I can do about that right now :) But, it does say something about moments….
Osvaldo is one legacies of a different era of Tango – Milonguero. My Spanish sucks – although I am working on it – and, he doesn’t speak much English…probably none – Osvaldo speaks the Argentine version of Spanish – meaning Lunfardo. Which I am even worse at, but better now. So for the 40 minute ride from the airport other than body language, smiles, and a generally good mutual disposition – you have to love the human language….he said “muy calor”…and I said, “si, muy calor”… and we both laughed at that…meaning it is “hot as hell.” But, that was sufficient. It was a good ride, a good feeling, good to be back amongst the familiar. It isn’t always about the spoken language…just an appreciation for humanity and the human story. And, to add the effort to learn a new language, a new culture, a new way of life, a new dance…and to build appreciation for more that is going on in the world…brings a smile to my face. Especially now, that I am making progress on my ability to communicate with others around the world…
Thus, it takes a little longer to write about the experience…as there is so much going on….”Hola Malik, Bienvenido”….
April 12, 2016
So, to borrow from my ‘main man’ – Donny Hathaway – “I’ve been so many places in my life and times…I’ve song a lot of songs, made some bad lines…I’ve acted out my life in stages…with so many people watching…but, here I am, and I am singing this song to you….”…of course I am paraphrasing, and the expression of songs comes in so many forms…but, hopefully you get my drift.
If you know me personally or have read my blogs, then you know that I have documented many of journeys here…and some I have not, but maybe one day. Some of these travels have come with work, some from family, and others – well, there are always other impetuses!! Being a distinct Anthony Bourdain groupie, my first two steps when preparing for a trip tends to be Mr. Bourdain, and also a historical source that can give me the context of the past, contemporary, and future that I am about to enter.
While recently I was in Argentina in October (2015), that journey had only just begun. And, so now I return and the journey continues. Instead of following Mr. Bourdain, I am taking a different route. This is less about sights, although some relevant ones will be included, food or just the overall experience. This is more about my personal journey into some of that and my own personal depths. At this point, I’ve been around long enough to experience intense joy…and intense pain…successes and mistakes…like many of us, our canvass of life is painted with all of that, plus what we want to see, be and experience. Through the planning and embracing, I have been reading Pema Chodron…so relevant to this trip.
“embarking on the spiritual journey is like getting into a very small boat and setting out on the ocean to sear for unknown lands…Pema Chodron…
Some equate the spirit and the soul as being close enough to be the same. Let’s not go with semantics…the best definition of the soul I have ever heard was given by Maya Angelou – she said, the SPIRIT…is the longing…I will leave that as that…place in your own context, and ask, what do you long for? And, so I set off….
(view of a ship coming out of the port in Buenos Aires, Argentina)
Out of all my travels, this has been the first time I’ve posted on my blog so far after the trip. For me, my trips are less about just seeing things, and more about pushing my internal dynamics – all of them – so that I can add the world and all its intricacies into the composition and flavor of the dish of self I am making…hopefully, you know that I didn’t travel on this container ship…but, thought is represented something hugely symbolic.
As we travel and experience life, we see horizons…the separations. Oh, it is much easier to breath above the separate…where we are all familiar with. But, as we travel and experience new things, feelings, experiences, people, emotions, history, and all the things that come with humanity…what about the horizon. Can we breath and learn to live underneath the horizon? That makes the difference between and person who see’s something, but can’t see it;…who hears something, but can’t hear it;…who experiences something, but can’t feel it!! That’s why there are those that grow up around significance, yet it escapes them. And, there are those that grow up around that others perceive as having no significance, yet they see, hear, feel and experience the world around them.
This may be considered as a bit deep by some for a travel blog, and others may find it more than appropriate. The latter are those that understand the significance of breathing underneath the horizon.
More to come…
November 24, 2015
My life has been blessed and fortunate regarding being able to travel and see the world. Hopefully, it provides a vehicle for others who can’t get there physically to use their minds to vision and feel the experience. Since I have a bit of down time, I am going back in time to bring some experiences forward that I have not previously shared.
This particular experience regards my initial work in West Africa. As part of a team with the Carl Vinson Institute of Government, we traveled to Ghana and Liberia. The primary purpose was to explore what we could do to help Liberia recover from their civil war. Many have heard of developed and under-developed countries, at this time….Liberia was considered neither. It was considered a post-conflict country, because the civil war had not long ended.
During this time, you could not get a European or American flight straight into Liberia. So we had to fly into Accra, Ghana. From there, we took a United Nations jet from Accra into Monrovia, Liberia to accomplish our mission. It was completely existential!!
This trip was amazing for many reasons, other than me catching a nasty case of Malaria. But, upon returning to Ghana, we had the opportunity to get a personal tour of one of the Slave Castles used to feed the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade – Cape Coast. I have posted these photos on different web-sites, but never on my blog.
However, I want you to keep this in mind. When I worked extensively in West Africa, often times when I got into a discussion…many West Africans would apologize for slavery…state their tribal affiliation….and then state how their tribe had nothing to do with slavery. One reason that is the case is because it is documented that African Tribal Chiefs along with European nations were complicit in the development and maintenance of the slave trade. This is not to cast blame or to take it away from anyone….it is just an observation based on historical facts – Given credence based upon my own personal experiences there.
So I make this post not to stoke flames but to promote thought…to share an experience, so that our minds can travel across the world and through history. Just like we should have respect for what took place in the concentration camps in Germany – such as Auschwitz….We could list out the historical atrocities on each continent that illustrate immense human suffering. Could be the Japanese throughout Asia, the British against the Boers, but, the list would be so long. Now my focus is this experience. We need to see it, imagine it, feel it and understand it. It should let us know that everyone’s history has a story for all of us. This should create more compassion and kindness for each other. So these pictures are not posted to simply stoke a racial discussion on who has suffered the most. There is no monopoly on suffering. It is simply an opportunity, to see your side and the side of others…and the history that should inform us of…..
Not many words here, just the description….Observe and let your imagination flow:
Standing on top of the battery of Cape Coast Slave Castle….
Looking out from the battery, you can imagine the number of ships waiting off the coast to drop off their supplies for trade and to pick up the human cargo for transport to the Caribbean and the America’s…
General holding cell for the slaves…
The door to the female storage section of the dungeon…
This is the opening to the section of the dungeon where they kept the female slaves who refused to perform sexual acts for the captors…
This is the opening to the male slave storage dungeon….
General views inside of the dungeons. These dungeons held at minimum of 1,000 slaves as a time during the days of trading…
This is the area of the castle where they kept the most rebellious and problematic slaves – chained to the wall:
Another view deep inside of the dungeons:
This is the pathway to the infamous “Door of No Return”…this was the last walk the slaves took to board the ships – never to return again….
Peeking through one of the openings above the tunnel, this is a closer view of the path down the tunnel to the door…
A closer look….
This is the actual door of “No Return” – where African Slaves passed through to the ships never to return again…
Standing at the door and looking outside, this is the view of today….markedly different from the days when the Castle was active…
When Ghana gained its independence, it took over the Castle and re-stored it. The door of ‘No Return’ was symbolically renamed the ‘Door of Return’ to provide a sign of the return of Africa’s lost children…
This experience certainly provoked many feelings; however, I keep those to myself. My hope is that it provokes some feelings for you, and that each of us takes inventory of our thoughts and feelings to improve our relationships and views of the world….As always, hope you enjoyed and more to come…
First Day in Buenos Aires, standing in front of the Congreso National…an absolutely beautiful sight that projects lots of things if your feelings are sensitive and aware enough to pick them up.! … yeah, I know – my clothes are baggy…lost lots of weight – guess that is better than them being too small
When I first went to Buenos Aires, I had no guide, no expectations and very few assumptions…probably a good way to approach life! However, I did connect with Tango Alejandro Gee before I arrived; and, he literally became my guide so that I could find what I was looking for during my time in country – literally, experientially, and spiritually.
Sitting at dinner and a Milonga with Alejandro, he shared some excellent wisdom. Alejandro said that an older Milonguero once told him, “in Tango, you have to learn how to walk in the dark.” For me, that speak volumes of wisdom. It solidifies how Tango has many analogies that can be used in our lives. A story in the bible that is often repeated is how when the storms came and everyone was afraid, how Jesus spoke to the waters and said “Peace be still.” For me, that wisdom is not just for the storms in the ocean or those in the sky – it speaks to the storms of the soul. For those storms of the soul are the ones that really need to be changed into peaceful situations….not to mention the darkness faced by those struggling with the reality of mental health conditions.
One of the challenges of writing a public blog is that when you make your writings public, then people can read into your psyche. But, sometimes we need to expose what is in our psyche for our own benefit and the benefit of others – so that those who may have the storms of life on their journey may also learn and benefit.
So it is true, we do need to learn to walk in the dark. One of the things I find so interesting about Tango are the analogies that can be developed – being able to stand with balance; to develop our posture; to walk in spite of; to make sure that we don’t take steps that are too big or awkward so that we don’t throw ourselves off of our axis; to become aware of what we believe in, and to continually stand on it regardless to how groundless our situation becomes; to develop relationships based upon these principles; and to breath and lead with the heart. Not just the physical heart, but our emotional center. And, how this heart has to be used in maintaining our connections with others. Sometimes in Tango we make mistakes – there may be a separation, we may step on toes, we may get lost; but, don’t stop…just accept the mistake and keep dancing..keep living….keep your heart aligned with….(you fill in the blank)….and continue on.
Just as these things inspired Tango originally – what is your passion(s) – what do you source to drive the power of your existence – what compels your passions to come alive – to thrive – to evolve – to give comfort – to bring you together with others – to build relationships – what is the inspiration of your passion? What happens to your passions – is there always joy, is there pain, loneliness, loss, happiness, camaraderie, family, love, the loss of love? With El Beso – has your soul ever been kissed to the degree that when you smile it isn’t the mature adult smiling – but, it is the smile of a child – your inner child. What happens with your passions – is there always peace or do the storms of life come along and you are in need of the words – ‘Peace be still.”
It is unfortunate that often times, movies about emotions are considered chick flicks. This indirectly undermines an understanding of the actual nature of the emotional capacity of men. Maybe one day, someone – whether it be a man or woman – will right that wrong and let chicks know they haven’t cornered the market on the expression of human nature.
With that said, it is absolutely wonderful to go somewhere where you can’t speak the easy language of words…you are forced to use the human language – a language of patience, of compassion, the language created when you stop projecting your own internal inadequacies and actually seek to understand. This is the language of humility, patience and hope that a respect for humanity is met with respect.
I am being careful here with my wording as I don’t want to trigger stereo-types (e.g. cognitive shortcuts). So, without repeating the cliché that Tango was born in the brothels, let’s focus more on the river plat region. During this time very little interaction between the upper class and immigrants or the poor took place. And so, the Tango culture was basically born in how the immigrants and the poorer interacted together. Much of this social interaction took place at night, so let’s just say that the night time culture of an urbanizing environment brought together the people of the night who were from ALL walks of life. Those who frequented these establishments became known as Milonguero’s…the dancers, singers, musicians, and those who made a living during the night … if you know what I mean – so let’s just say that if we are talking about brothels, we are also talking about pimps, prostitutes, thieves, and others that work in the night. There is a story I was told about a Milonguero who was a thief. The organizers still invited him to their gathering. But, they also knew to take everyone’s valuables and lock them up in advance. By engaging in this act, they could enjoy the Milonguero’s contribution to their social gathering, while also dealing with the reality of protecting their stuff!! Consequently, when a Milonguero says, “to dance Tango, you have to learn to walk in the dark,” then hopefully, you get my drift I got it…
What stands out though, is that these individuals from all walks of life were not just seen as some pariah. They were a part of the intricate mix of those who made the origins of Tango, of such, that it lasts the tests of time and continues to support people socially by bringing them together – not separating them. This says quite a bit about how being overly judgmental ultimately undermines the quality of our own interaction with others…not necessarily that of the person being judged….
and, the fact of the matter is – when people come into your life – they bring their life – the good and the challenging – judgement isn’t a useful tool – so, can you see there humanity – do you have compassion for them – if you can answer the question of why, does that build understanding – if they are willing to dance the dance of life – then, help them dance….
As I bring this specific trip to a close….being here, I was looking for something specific…looking to connect to the inspiration of Tango…to understand!! …. that is my learning process….Thank you to Alejandro Gee and Erzsebet Tamas (Jou Jou)….I found it…and now that I found it, I know what to connect to…Tango music, if they have words, are sung mostly in Spanish…but the relationship between the words, music and environment doesn’t always make it necessary to understand the words – if you can connect to the inspiration (some of us need that – and some of us don’t). But, after being here and connecting to the inspiration…I can give you an example of what it means…click on this link, and listen to the words and look at the convincing expressions…and feel the emotion of what is being conveyed, and you will know for sure…what this trip was about….and what was found…
and now compare….
Do you understand it now…? Whew….I do…..!!
This trip was exceptionally amazing and I have to share and give thanks…thank you to all those that inspired it…you know who you are. But, also thanks to those who give me instruction in Atlanta, Georgia – Angel Montero and April Parker!!
Usually after I travel abroad, I start to think about where I shall go next. Well, in this case…I already know….with respect to Buenos Aires – in the next few months – Voy a Volver!!
November 12, 2015
And now we come to one of the main purposes of my trip. This cultural exploration to delve into the inspiration and expression of Tango. What I am specifically interested in is a specific style of Tango that is connected to the “Golden Age – the early years of the Dance.” I want to see and connect with what drives the older dancers – many of the themes I have touched on in these posts on Argentina. So, I followed the advisement of Alejandro Gee and took the walk to a particular Milonga being held at “El Beso – The Kiss.”
When referring to an older style, a description of its inspiration is found in “The Meaning of Tango”:
“Imagine a young man at the end of the nineteenth century, fourteen, fifteen or sixteen years old, living in a village with his large extended family in one of the poorest parts of Spain or Italy. He hears that the Argentinian government is running a campaign to bring people just like him to their country. They will find him a place to stay, feed him for the first week he is there, and help him find work. He has already heard that Argentina is one of the richest countries in the world – far richer than his own country – so he decides he will go there, make his fortune, and then come home and build a grand new house for his mother…
So our young man leaves, for the first time in his life, his mother, his sisters, cousins and aunts, and makes the long boat trip to Argentina. He arrives in the great port of Buenos Aires, only a few years earlier practically a village itself, now a bizarre mixture of sophisticated European capital city and Wild West frontier town…There are more people in each street than he has ever seen before in his whole life, and practically all of them are men…
Our young man finds himself far from everyone who has ever loved him and everyone he has ever loved. Perhaps in another place he would have consoled himself by getting married, starting a new family, having children to love. But the city he is in is a city of men. Maybe he will be one of the lucky few to find a woman to love him, but the odds are against him…Many of the men must have found the loneliness and isolation intolerable. The only place they could express their softness – the sweet tender part of their nature – was in the arms of a prostitute or dancing the Tango.
To dance with the women in Buenos Aires, the immigrants had to learn their dance – and learn to do it in a way that pleased the woman, or the women would not dance with them. The unique pressures of this extraordinary city, in this extraordinary moment of its history, formed the evolving Tango, and made it into something more than a dance. The Tango became an expression of a fundamental human need: The Hunger of the Soul for Contact with Another Soul.“
– Christine Denniston “the meaning of TANGO”
Which answers some questions regarding Tango – what is the passion – what does it source to drive the power of its existence – what compelled it to come alive – to thrive – to evolve – to give comfort – to bring people together – to use as a tool to build relationships – what is its inspiration? In the history of the development of this human story, is it the pain, loneliness, the loss, the missing Joy, happiness, camaraderie, family, love, the loss of love?
Will not go too far into that as each person has to find their own soul in the Tango, their own longing – if you want to go that far – as Maya Angelou said it, “the soul is the longing…” so in the music, in the dance, in the embrace, in the camaraderie – what part of it relates to what you long for? Whew…I like the sound of that :) To sum it up…as the name of the club implies – “has your soul ever really been kissed”? And, what happened after that?….
Walking pass the door and into the stairwell, the color of the walls, the posters, the feelings generated by the environment and projected from the soul in tandem with the old style Tango music you hear playing, and a sense of expectation starts to rise….
Once you walk in you see every one seated by the organizer. And, it reminds you of a traditional type of arrangement. The organizer generally seats the women in one section, men in another, and couples in another – although in certain sections you will see them interspersed with each other…
The environment, once you stop to observe the nuances, is something that reminds you of another time – a time when chivalry was a part of the order of the day. Although people are seated in different sections, they communicate about a willingness to dance through the Cabeceo…a way to inquire about whether or not a person wants to dance while both maintain their dignity. If the answer is in the affirmative, the man walks to her and escorts her to the floor. The main focus of the dance is to make the follower have a wonderful time. Afterwards, the man has the responsibility of escorting her specifically back to her seat. If she is not the best dancer, it is the responsibility of the leader to adjust to her in a way that still ensures she has a wonderful time. I witnessed this on several occasions and the many examples of chivalry were quite impressive to say the least.
To watch the dance…
Is a completely amazing experience. I’ve seen many amazing things in this world, and this ranks right up there at the top. If you get captivated into watching one couple dance, then it appears they are doing their own thing. But, when you expand your focus, while including that couple, to include the entire floor….then, you witness one of the amazing views in life. Similar to watching a flock of birds or a school of fish shift directions. It appears they are doing different things because each has their own favorite steps, moving at various times to what they find in different layers of the music. But, then it is as if a signal goes off…and, then they all move, seemingly, together counter-clock wise around the room in the line of dance – creating a glowing sense of harmony! A beautiful sight to behold…
As Alejandro mentioned, the majority of these individuals were older people. Some appearing to be at least 80 years old…and many of them mimicking the walk of a cat…At first many of them just looked at me as I wrote in my journal with my look of amazement.
Then after awhile, they began to smile and an older gentleman sitting next to me began to speak to me. Interestingly, as he talked, he quickly recognized that Spanish is not my first language. And, I told him in my elementary Spanish way that I did speak a little. And so, our conversation began. I asked him about his style of dance, Viejo Estilo, the old style of Tango. He spoke slowly and was so very patient that he gave me the time I needed to think and form my own sentences in Spanish. Instantly, made me ponder what is it about older people that drives that patience in life and in the dance. Just as if I was dancing with him, he made me feel good and made me want to talk to him more. We indeed had a wonderful time.
As I asked him about the Viejo Estilo, their is only one thing he kept mentioning over and over again – El Piso! El Piso! El Piso! El Piso means: The Floor…which goes into the vocabulary of the dance. Never lose the floor!! Right from the start when studying Tango and watching Tango in El Beso, you pick up right from the start it is a form of communication! It is a language. And, in every language you have to get the basics of vocabulary.
Borrowing again from Christine Denniston –
“A newcomer, to Tango, learns the way a child learns a language. First, absorbing the language of the fluent speakers around it, then after about nine months starting to speak the occasional word, gradually gaining confidence and skill, until after about three years the child can have a reasonable conversation.”
In this communication of the language of Tango, there are certain focus points necessary to build the vocabulary.
Tremendous emphasis is given to just learning how to stand; becoming aware of your axis; developing your posture; and, learning how to walk…significant things that must be dealt with before steps can be performed effectively or are even necessary. Of course there are more aspects to this vocabulary, but this serves as a start. Now, keep in mind….I don’t claim to be an expert, knowledgeable, or even proficient. In many ways, I am a baby still learning how to stand and walk. Added to my own mix, I have ZERO, as in Nada and Nunca, history of dancing. But, for me it isn’t a dance. I’ve found some tools that can be used on my path in life that also allow a person to improve their relationships and build…
What gives me hope, is that I read of an old Milonguero – Old Style Dancer – who was asked by his companion “how is your Tango coming?” The old Milonguero replied, “after forty years of dancing, I think I am finally getting my walk correct.” *chuckle*….so, that gives me hope!!
There are plenty of sources you can use to learn about Tango, I’ve only discussed a few that are relative to where I am on my personal path and journey in dance and in my life. And, believe me, there are plenty of principles in Tango and Buenos Aires culture that can be used to make the path and journey more mutually beneficial for all involved…finishing this trip with just a few observations – coming next!
November 11, 2015
Walking out the front door for my regular morning stroll, I look down the street and see an amazing thing…an intersection with a book store on each corner. Actually, on this corner there are five bookstores.
Unfortunately, there are too many neighborhoods I know of, where in place of book stores there are liquor stores on each corner…
But as I stand here and marvel at the sight of bookstores :)….I go back to thinking on my purpose for the day…looking for the connection…..connecting to the humanity within a different culture. Getting away from the veil of superficiality produced by the comfort zone of cultural uniformity and wide spread ease of access to nearly everything. I want something deeper than the shallowness created by the ease of access. I want to find the depth – not to judge or critique, but I want to connect with the human story of cultural tango of a deeper Buenos Aires.
I have been listening to Tango music for some time now, and my understanding of it has improved. However, there is still something deeper that is eluding me. When something keeps eluding you, then we have to look deep into ourselves to see what it is inside of us that is holding us back. The thing that is holding us back is actually oppressing us. Meaning, sometimes we oppress ourselves…we hold ourselves back….most times, it is us who is the greatest oppressors of ourselves…so we need to identify what is holding us back, what is oppressing us, and let it go…because this is what actually enslaves us….and if we can free up our minds, hearts and souls then we come closer to capturing what exactly it is that is eluding us.
In many ways music reflects the nature of its people, but also how that nature manifests and expresses the specific and composite feelings of a time….The music, the dance, and the lyrics going hand in hand, but there is something deeper there…that is what I am looking for….what is at the base…what is the inspiration….the inspiration of IT!!
Reminds me of when I was working in West Africa – Liberia in Gbarnga (Kpelle Tribe Country)….during the rainy season, no moon, no stars, no ambient light, no electricity, the epitome of pitch black, you could barely see your hands in front of your face. But, in the distance you could hear the drums from the villages miles away – drums five (5) and six (6) feet tall. They tell a story – a story that helps you understand animism.
Or the movie, the ‘Red Violin’, each section of the movie – the sound of the violin was inspired by a human story. Or as Erzsebet talks about, the challenge of understanding hip-hop music in the United States without being able to relate to the environment. Realistically, relating to the urban environment of New York helps you feel down deep a connection with the Wu-Tang Clan or Biggie Smalls; relating to the culture of California, whether it’s Los Angeles or Northern California, helps you understand NWA and Tupac Shakur. Just like being in Appalachia helps you to relate to the people of the Song Catcher. With Tango, the Portenos are born with it…they already have it…As Erzsebet said, “the rest of us are trying to get it!”….
So, off I go, with my Tango music in my ear piece…strolling, thinking…and seeking to use my imagination in search of understanding….to connect to this human story…this is la plaza de mayo…where I spent a lot of time each day sitting and people watching….
If you have read my blog, even though I been so many places, you know that it is always more about the people than places. Always interesting to hear political or geo-political discussions about various countries…as if they are only defined by such. Look, they have babies too…isn’t she just a spoon full of puddin…. I wonder what her life is like…what path she will take…as she grows and matures…
and these two, they had a ball for a long time. Not to mention the two on the bench behind them. They spent most of the time snuggling, hugging and kissing. But, I didn’t want to get made out as a nut watching them and taking pictures…so I kept the pic with the kids. Look at that…people ‘love’ each other in other countries as well *ok, a little sarcasm*….
Plaza de Mayo has multiple dog parks as well…lots of people/couples walking and enjoying each other and their dogs…it is true, this city has a lot of pet dogs…being that it’s urban…even on the side walk – watch your steps…you might get a puppy surprise…
In this park, on occasion they would have cultural festivals where there would be booths representing Argentina, Russia, Haiti, Italy, Spain….and others. Of course, I had to stop and chat with ‘My Dudes’ from Haiti. This fellow spoke English but he was also nice enough to tolerate my attempts to utilize my Spanish :) He is from Jacmel, Haiti. Jacmel is on the other side of the Island from Port-Au-Prince…an absolutely beautiful place…amazing restaurants and the water is amazingly beautiful…how do I know…of course – I’ve been there :) Great conversation and his smoothie was one of the best I’ve ever had….not surprisingly, there are a fair amount of Haitians in Buenos Aires:
And of course, how could it be a city park without Pigeons…of course I have my Tango music on in my ear phones…and when I noticed these Pigeons..check them out…they have their own Tango Walk…Look at that Strut…and trust me, they were stepping in tune…especially the dude with his chest stuck out, in Tango style, escorting his Chicky down the sidewalk
Continuing my search to connect with this cultural phenomenon, we stroll by a little shop I spent plenty of time in. This is the local Parrilla…one of the most common restaurants around Buenos Aires. Parrilla stands for grilled meat, so it is a restaurant that specializes in grilled meats…which, of course, Argentina is world-renowned for its beef….
I would hang out here in the evenings as well, watching futbol matches with the locals. Also gave me a chance to work on developing my ear for Spanish…a very interesting crew to say the least…
These two fine gentlemen took excellent care of me. They let me practice my Spanish…after awhile this young man and his Compadre would shake my hand and give me ‘dap’ like I was one of the ‘homies’ coming to hang out with them. Wonderful people, very kind and warm…even if you aren’t an expert with the language…a smile and a warm handshake goes such a long way…
Now, I’m gonna have to admit. My diet is not heavy on the meat side. But, I am a food snob in that when I travel I want to eat like the locals. But, every now and then, I would have to go find something that my system was more tolerable of :) Going from very little meat to a lot of meat…well…to be polite…that can make you bad company…
So this little Deli Mart became another frequent spot…ridiculous salads, salmon wraps…and they were very inquisitive of where I was from…and were very kind in helping me become comfortable with using my Spanish to select and becoming familiar with paying and getting change…Delicious….
Walking down the street and continuing my search, i come across a sight that is quite common throughout the world….two women either holding hands or walking arm-in-arm. Whenever, I see this it speaks volumes
Now as I mentioned, I am a food snob when I travel..okay, more like all the time, but particularly when I travel abroad. I don’t think I have ever seen a place with more Pizza shops than this place. I mean in some places, they are almost on every block…now for several days, I refused to eat pizza. I said, I didn’t come all this way to eat pizza. But, as I kept studying the culture, I realized that Buenos Aires has a major cultural confluence of Spanish and Italian influences. So I said, “well, maybe there is something to it….so let me check it out”….And let me be clear…this isn’t American Pizza…I would call this Pizza Cake…thick slices, but the cheese was very soft, veggies very fresh….and it cut like cake…nothing I’ve ever had before regarding pizza…in Buenos Aires…I would say a must try…
Busy, busy, busy streets….look at that architecture…music in my ear…let’s me imagine what it looked like in another time….
Always looking to capture people, at the corner was this fine senora…selling her flowers. Stood there and watched her for awhile – she got quite busy…imagined people doing the same some years ago, buying flowers for their sweetheart…building relationships…she was kind and a wonderful person to talk with…
you ever come across people who have such a gracious spirit and are so effusive that you are humbled in their presence and walk away thinking and feeling as though you have had an experience with someone who has a much more appreciative perspective about life…mmmm…something to ponder…
I also have to admit, I love to come across an instance where Art and Social Messaging come together…I’ll let you translate
And, eventually I strolled by the shop that Alejandro sent me to go check out – NeoTango. The Tango shoe shop. Now if you are into Tango, you know that Tango shoes aren’t so easy to come across in the United States. So I had to check them out! Talk about great deals in comparison to the web-site and without the crazy high shipping costs. And, these folks were so kind as well…and it didn’t seem that they were only nice because I was spending money :) Yup, had to pick up a few pair of shoes…some of the most comfortable shoes I have ever purchased…and they’ve got a web site
Now on a more political side, some have called the current Argentinian government as leaning somewhat leftest….towards the Hugo Chavez direction – think of Venezuela…I found that interesting as I have found him to be an interesting gent since I’ve read his biography. At the same time, having worked in Panama…I’ve also seen the implications of his government on the influx of Venezuelans into Panama as refugees or migrants. Never-the-less, it wasn’t surprising to come across this book in the store window :) President Obama dressed up as the Heath Ledger’s Joker from the ‘Batman’…okay….
And, strolling out of Congreso,to check out some adjacent neighborhoods we come across several expressions of political thought. This group was protesting for more substantive labor rights…interesting group – made a heck of a lot of noise…I thought it was a parade…can always appreciate the right to protest that is allowed…it was somewhat refreshing….mostly because they seemed to enjoy being with each other even more than the protest and of course, just like you have clouds all over the world…got to have a McDonald’s (in my charlie brown voice – ‘good grief’)…
Also came across several groups around the city celebrating the Presidential Elections. Gentleman named Macri made it to the Presidential Run-off…from what I hear, he represents the group that is not as leftist and may be more interested in having better relations with the United States. We shall see….they were happy all the same
Plenty of balloons, screams of celebration and horns honking…and if you look closely enough you will see they brought along their own personal drone
Continuing my stroll, I do come across some physical sites to capture. Love the architecture of this building and how it sits….Just sat and looked at it for a bit to listen to it speak…and, it spoke volumes about the past, present day, and the future…can you hear it speak…
Now this faculty building provided an interesting contrast to the the modern architecture adjacent to it..a flower that has a glowing light inside…which one speaks the most to you…and what do they both say?
With my own music in my ear…these contrasts also speak to what I am looking for…what my longing is seeking to find…but, it was also nice to have a brief reprieve..just as I am a crazy fan of street food – one of the great delicacies and treats you find when being abroad – gotta love the street artists…this young lady, sitting and relaxing and singing a tune…was extremely impressive…would swear that she must be getting ready to sign a contract….kind of a mix between Amy Winehouse and several other people combined…a very nice addition to the social mix…
As I continue my stroll, I happen to walk up on the Embassy District. Quite by accident…but, if you’ve had enough life experiences then you know the irony of things is that life seems to have a sense of fate. The first building I walk up on that let me know I was in this district was of course – “The Embassy of Indonesia”….had to chuckle at that one…. “Apa Kabar, my people…”…
And, of course, as the day is winding down…and I’m completely worn out…I come across another site that Alejandro told me to definitely check out…called El Ateneo….Now, book stores and I have a special relationship….even if there are only a few books in English…it doesn’t matter – it is a book store…which for me, deserves a bow
This place is so amazing and beautiful…of course, does this not speak to you? if it doesn’t, please log off of my blog and never come back…I don’t like you either
I know of a particular city that I wish could support a book store like this; no names mentioned
Now, look at this ceiling…talk about an amazing point of confluence for the contemporary and the historical…I spent good time here…just looking around, thumbing through books – practicing my Spanish, and absorbing the energy….gotta love it…
Alright…it’s been one serious long day, but a couple of points on a lighter note…Have you ever seen a bike with tires such as this…just found it while i was walking by…I’ll just call this one the ‘Urban Assault Vehicle”….somebody needs to watch this person – they are a person of interest!!
Okay, and as it is time to settle down, and grab a bite to eat and rest my ‘dogs’…you have to appreciate how culture and perceptions of such get spread around the world. Maybe a better term is projected around the world. It is one thing to see a picture of Rihanna, Alicia Keys, or Antonio Banderas in the commercial district in an advertising display.
But, who would of thought that I would come all the way to Buenos Aires…stroll down a street and see the advertising for:
Ha Ha…I guess they are down for Empire here as well!! Ah, Portenos, I ain’t mad at ya
Well, just a few pics of the trip…again, really focusing on how these sites, my readings, lessons, and immersion give me insight into what comes next!! Peace my friends…hope you enjoyed our little walk….more to come…
November 6, 2015
In my travels, I find it interesting how different cultures manifest similar philosophies but through different mediums…and often times the eventual expression tends to reflect the unique characteristics of their immediate environment and social interactions. Even to the point where the same religion or cultural expression can be significantly different although the values may be the same. Experiencing this variation allows for deeper insight into the object of your focus. Being a Pinterest fan, I always like the quotes that I come across:
“I believe that every book you read changes you; changes how you think, what you say, how you act, or how you look at the world. If a book doesn’t change something about you then it has failed at being a book…”
Obviously spoken by a book Nazi purest
Well, if that can be said about reading, then there is much more we can say in regards to creating the actual experience. As mentioned, this trip is less about sight-seeing and being a tourist, and more about developing mindfulness through being exposed to and absorbing the cultural drivers of Tango – this amazing point of confluence where if mentally and soulfully penetrated, we can not only get a better understanding of Argentinian culture, but also connect to what Tango actually is….
It is a difficult dance, and I am no dance expert but what I’ve seen of many other dances, this just isn’t a 1-2-3-4 scenario where you just step on time. It is much more complex than that! Since it ultimately developed from the impetus of a city going through significant change…in many ways the dance and the music reflect the desire of a society to meet its needs while also adapting to intense social change. More so, however, it reflects the human story. Consequently, Tango is not just a dance. It is not just the music. For some, it is everything!! For those who are quite unfamiliar with Tango, then this is a video that allows you to see an example (click the link).
However, keep in mind that Roberto Zuccarino example is for a ‘salon show’ – with all the dramatics. The example of Alejandro Gee is styled more towards actual social dancing (earthy). What you will find in the actual environment is something significantly earthier – if you know what I mean….I will only post so much here…but, if you are so inclined to want to learn more, then this is some serious recommended reading ‘the meaning of Tango:’
In short, when you think about the evolution of Tango, imagine a time in the late 1800s and early 1900s where the area that became known as Argentina was mostly populated by natives to this area, Africans – resultant from the slave trade, and Spaniards as a result of being part of the Spanish Empire. The government developed a policy to promote mass migration to Argentina in order to develop the workforce needed to economically develop its vast resources. Thus, massive immigration brought in many young Spaniards and Italians and others from Europe. Many of these immigrants were young men leaving family, loved ones, friends and a familiar environment to come seek their fortune. This influx of people, formed a conglomeration of people that despite their various countries of origin, had similar mental, emotional, and socio-economic characteristics. So, the Tango Dance and Music reflected the common social characteristics, needs, and lifestyles of people who were mostly transplanted but also seeking ways to adapt to their environment.
While those times are long gone, we can still use our imagination to be able to feel, sense, and increase our awareness of this unique human story. So, my first steps are to put some Tango music on in my headset and go for a stroll. My first focus is mostly on architecture, but I will have other pictures posted later. We could take this into a very deep discussion when we touch on the implications of architecture, both reflecting the psychology of the builders and its impact on those in its surroundings (e.g. consider the effect of color, ceiling height, style, etc.)
But, let’s take a walk through one of the older parts of Buenos Aires – the Congreso District…the sights are wonderful, but what we are looking for are those things that allow us to use our senses to bring forward the past….with a bit of Osvaldo Pugliese playing in the background
This is the area adjacent to the Congreso National Building – an older structure under renovation:
This is a common architectural style featured in the area – it speaks volumes – can you imagine how it stood out back when it was first constructed:
Off of the main strip down in one of the neighborhoods:
Observed this fine gentleman working. He has the back of his bicycle propped up and attached to a grinder. As he peddles his bike, the grinder turns and he is sharpening his knives for a day on the job:
This the back of the Congreso National building, amazing view and structure/design. Sitting here at night with music in the background allows you to really use your imagination to bring forward early times….
Similar to Cuba, one fascinating aspect is the number of vintage cars that are in use and in excellent condition. I have no idea what year this car is, but it is a Falcon. You car enthusiasts know that this is about as extinct in the United States as the Sabre-Toothed Cat:
And in the midst of the hustle and bustle, have to respect a person willing to do what they need to do to make a living:
There are plenty of photos to be taken, but as mentioned earlier, I am looking for those that through an initiated feeling can provide the context of awareness that I am looking to heighten – get my drift? Architecture/Buildings, just like trees, have seen many generations go by during its time. As it is said, if the walls could talk!! And, with imagination and creativity – they do talk indeed!!
Within the first few days, my cup became full and runneth over…next stop – to experience an actual ‘old school’ Milonga (the place of dance)!!!!!
November 6, 2015
I ended the first blog posting with a picture of the ‘Thinking Man’ with the National Congress building in the background. This trip isn’t singularly for the tourist experience – in fact, I tend not to be interested in those types of trips (although they do have their purpose). I much rather prefer immersion in place of the perfunctory.
One day, I may put together a post that compares aspects of the many cultures I have experienced; but, for now, this is a singular focus on a particular cultural aspect of Buenos Aires. Often times when exploring cultures, it is necessary to spread yourself across multiple venues and seek to experience the many aspects and nuances of what a country has to offer. This trip is unique in that much of the historical development of Buenos Aires can be identified by delving into a singular aspect of their social network – The Tango (more on that later). One unique aspect of Tango is that it is the major point of confluence for history, socio-economics, immigration, music, cultural expressions, socialization, politics, and many other cultural components that illustrate the development of Argentinian society. Because it is a point of historical and contemporary confluence, Tango, it holds the key to developing much deeper insight into the nature of people.
And so, where I usually follow the Anthony Bourdain trail when traveling internationally, this time I am following I am seeking to develop a greater more in-depth understanding of this dance that is loved in so many parts of the world. It would be easy enough to just take the classes throughout the United States and develop some proficiency. However, that isn’t enough for me….I don’t want to just know it…I want to feel its base. On a side note, it is interesting how we can come across individuals who are experts in community development, but are uncomfortable and inexperienced in the practical reality and sub-culture of the communities they claim to be the subject of their expertise. Consequently, I am forced to dig deeper to develop more of a connection to the base of this amazing cultural phenomenon.
So, to maximize this experience, I researched various venues to stay while on location. I didn’t want the usual hotel or to simply reside in the tourist district. I wanted an authentic Argentinian abode to begin my immersion. Thus, I found two amazing individuals: Professores Alejandro Gee and Erzsebet Tamas (joujou).
These are two absolutely amazing individuals that provided excellent instruction, accommodations, and an exceptional immersion into Argentinian and Tango culture. They asked me what I wanted to focus on and then commenced to instructing and drilling me on the basic fundamentals. I must say it was very intense….even brought out the old mans arthritis :) If you are really interested in delving deep into what makes Tango the Tango…they are an excellent source of direction.
Alejandro also provides living accommodations in his studio. This studio is an absolutely beautiful place – full of Character. This is what his dance studio looks like:
Amazing!! On the walls are pictures of a lot of the Tango Greats from the Golden Age…that really adds a sense of mystic. In many ways, it brings forward the greatness of the Golden Age era into our contemporary times and allows us to feed and grow from the richness of the past.
This is a view of the area walking into the studio – love the nuances in the design!! Just says so much about what you can feel from older style architecture….it brings it forward:
Now who can not appreciate this type of stained glass inside lining the hallway. There are certain feelings and experiences that are better presented without words…just look and feel it…
Italian marble winding staircase with more stained glass. Climbing or descending these steps really gives you an understanding about what a ‘sense of permanence really means.’ You don’t carelessly walk these steps. Best grab the handrail…if you slip and fall, there is no forgiveness coming from this floor. But, they are nice to walk slow on…you can feel the permanence enter your body – you can interpret those implications on your own
One of the many things I love about international travel are the people you meet. A major part of Argentinian/Tango Culture is the socialization – a wonderful meal, a glass of wine, great company and meaningful conversation, in the middle of the dance studio. With the pictures of the Tango greats on the walls and Tango orchestras playing in the background, this is not an experience to be forgotten. And, let me make this clear!! Alejandro Gee is a master instructor, but the man can also FLAT DOWN RIGHT COOK!! I was thoroughly impressed and this type of intimate exposure to Tango/Argentinian culture was soulfully touching!!
There is much more to share!! However, unlike many of my trips where I have kept up on my blog. This one I let sit for a bit….as I mentioned, this is more of a thinking trip….some would say: an anthropological exploration :) I was deeply amazed and my thoughts are seriously provoked….more to come….
October 22, 2015
When I first began to blog about my travels, the motivation was to document what I was seeing and experiencing so that my children and family could follow along with me. Then, as more people talked with me about traveling….it also made it very clear to me how fortunate I am to have had the experiences that come with worldwide travel. So then, blogging became also a mechanism to share these experiences with others who may be curious as to what is happening in various parts of the world.
One of the things I love most about international travel is to sit and listen to news stations and media outlets that bring a completely different perspective. Once you are outside of the States and develop a connection with the people you are visiting, then it is highly likely that you can easily identify how jaded some of the news coverages and political perspectives actually are and how they contribute to popular and un-popular culture.
As time has passed, and eventually I will post other trips that I have taken that have not made the blog as of yet, this blog has turned into something even more. Many psychologists believe that much of what makes up our personalities is a lifelong response to specific incidents, experiences, culture and/or events. Essentially saying that much of what is taking place in our minds is a response. The question for me becomes at what point in time do we stop responding and start creating what we want to be. Much of this ability to create comes from stopping the response mechanism and actively pursuing experiences that provide a foundation to build the mind that we want to have. I am clearly not saying that this is an easy thing to do…far from it!!! Because we know as Erika Badu beautifully sang – many of us are dragging mental bags full of all kinds of things that weigh us down. Never-the-less, sometimes we have to try to unpack those mental bags, and replace what is inside of them with something new, fresh, gainful, and gives us the tools to have a more complete life journey. And so…
We embark on another journey and this time we are heading south….way south of the border – to the land of Good Air – Buenos Aires, Argentina. As we move along, I’ll get more into the purpose of the trip and the experiences that await.
For now, it is quite a feeling to take off from Hartsfield- Jackson in the middle of the night, up into the sky…looking out the window into the darkness.
In many ways it’s a surreal feeling. Knowing you are flying over the Gulf of Mexico, places near to Central America and Cuba, down through Columbia and Venezuela…you can’t see much because of the darkness, but it is an interesting feeling knowing that you are there. Even in the dark, on occasion you will see spots of lights or small cities to peak your interest. Then, as the morning comes and the sun rises, you begin to make out the terrain – mountains, trees – this time it looked like parts of the earth had an Afro so very thick. As the sun rises, you begin to make out the Pacific Ocean, Peru and the mountains in Chile. And in approaching Buenos Aires, you notice the changes in ground color and terrain and the obvious signs of life, farms, homes, and cities. Observing these areas, you may wonder what their lives are like. What do they talk about? What are their challenges? Is it the same as ours? What shapes their personalities? What would it be like to live their lives? Anyway, you get my drift!! It is always easy to make assumptions about people, their lives, their political and social perspectives etc…it is quite another thing to put on their shoes and wear their emotions and feelings…adopt the sum accumulation of experiences that shape the construct of their mind….
So, this trip will be a bit different. No one will be waiting at the gate, no guide (unless I find one), there are no friends or colleagues waiting to guide me around…this will purely be the experience of a stranger in a strange land. With a descent amount of knowledge about Spanish – but many of the people here actually speak Castellano…a different variation….’like I will know the difference’
So, this is tantamount to taking off on an adventure like the ‘High Planes Drifter’…seeking to find what else the world has to offer. This isn’t the first time I’ve taken such a trip, and definitely will not be the last. And beyond seeking experiences to help mold the mind, it is also quite a feeling to hurl yourself into the unknown, to challenge what you think you know about people, their culture, their ideas, but also just as importantly – to challenge what you think you know about yourself.
I have a few surprises in mind that will probably surprise me just as much as it might surprise you. There is a specific cultural experience I am seeking this time around…so we shall see what we find….So….Adios me Amigos…and Hola Portanos….Here we come…..
Now forthrightly, although I’ve been many places and seen lots of things, international travel can be a bit overwhelming…stepping off the plane…trying to act like I have confidence in my Spanish abilities…well, let’s just say the first few people I came across were very nice and patient:
Had to get through customs with my Spanish – I got an A for effort at least…They let me in the country Had to get a taxi into town – that gentleman spoke English so he went easy on me…the Taxi Driver…well he was a nice fellow…he just took me to my destination and let me rest – thank the LORD
So right now, I’ve taken a bit of a stroll, used my Spanish and their kindness to convert Dollars into Peso’s; set myself up at the residence where I will be staying; picked up some lunch (ridiculously delicious)…took a few pictures….
This is a photo of the National Congress Building in Buenos Aires right behind the statue of the ‘Thinking Man’ – always have to get that one in….
Lots of beautiful architecture and amazing cultural activities to come. But, for now, my friends, as my Spanish culture compadres do…it is time for a Siesta….