Me Gusta Pasear en Buenos Aires
September 5, 2016
Call it a rhythm…call it routine occurrences…but, so many things can be categorized within the cycles of life. It seems that, of late, I am continually touching on a cycle in life that places information on ‘pilgrimages’ into my mind. Pilgrimages of the type – Camino de Santiago (The Way of St. James); The Hajj (Islamic Pilgrimage to Mecca); or, even the Mount Kalaish Pilgrimage in Tibet (Buddhist and Hindu). On the surface, the associated discussion is treats the pilgrimage as a component of a person’s faith…. a journey that symbolizes devotion. And, while this may be offensive to some – no apologies in advance – herein resides a problem.
It should be much more than a simple act of devotion, it should really comprise an opportunity to identify, explore and realize what exactly resides within ourselves. That is why I get a lot more out of discussions on pilgrimages that are fashioned after Paulo Coehlo’s El Alquimista (The Alchemist). The journey…the pilgrimage within…is indeed…the most fascinating…how we respond to our walk…to our pilgrimages…is the clearest illustration for us…on what resides within…
When I read back through this blog, I become fascinated over and over again at the opportunities I have had to see the world….in many ways…all of those experiences represents my own pilgrimage. Not a pilgrimage to just see one thing or to take one walk…but, the pilgrimage of many places, of many things…and of many walks.
Of course, this part of my pilgrimage includes a great deal regarding Tango. It is amazing to read a book such as ‘The Quest for the Embrace: The History of Tango Dance 1800-19830’ by Benzery Saba…and then walk the streets of Buenos Aires.
One part that screams volumes to me is the discussion with renowned milonguero – Carlos Gavito,
“when I learned, around the 60s, there weren’t so many names. Tango was very individual, very personal. Everyone had his own different style of dancing…that’s why for me, there are no tango styles…the style is the person. Milonguero style, for example, doesn’t exist; the milonguero exists, the one who’s dancing. I spent the greater part of my life at the milongas and I dance Gavito.”
Ahhh….so beautifully said!! Now, as I’ve said before…I don’t pretend to be a Tango master…I’m clearly a Tango baby…that is looking to find the way…but, I do see how so many camps exist and have always existed…and it really resonates with me…to not just focus on the style…but recognize it as an expression of that person….and that is alright with me. And so, as I take my trips to Argentina, and walk the streets of Buenos Aires…I am looking to find my way…my way…my journey…my pilgrimage inside of myself manifested by what I see and feel in the environment. And, having arrived…here I go… 🙂
Oh how I do love the feel of the old city…without going into the implications of various types of city planning…the intimacy of the feel, the architecture, the variations in people walking down the street, how close everything appears. I do love the opportunity to visit a place more than once so you actually get to know it…it becomes a part of you. The familiarity helps to build the expectation of comfort even in a place where you are just learning the language and the culture.
Such an absolutely beautiful day…to get out of the car…and to just walk amongst people…to observe life and its various expressions…
To see the children play and learn proper soccer technique…to hear the sound of joy coming from them with the chatter. Interesting how many places I’ve been are much better than the United States in soccer…with all the technological advances, these other countries always seem to come out on top…even without the riches. That screams many things…for those on the inner pilgrimage.
And, ohhhh, this building always speaks to me: Palacio del Congreso Nacional Argentino….always one of my first stops…just to sit and look. It always makes a trip better for me to read about a place, then to go see it for myself. In this case…the interplay between how social and political dynamics impacted Tango, and vice-versa 🙂 Amazing to travel and to become a part of it, to the extent that you can actually feel it!!
I must say, it is also beautiful and common to see Argentinians express their social and political views…right at the gate of the Congress building…it isn’t just a unique United States trait…every visit and practically every day you see someone expressing themselves in the local political process – protecting the animals from cruelty, and also protesting President Obama’s visit in this case:
Getting to know a place, its expressions and how you respond to it…one of the tasks of the pilgrim 🙂 So, as I walk…behold…all you Tangueros…
The National Academy of Tango…and a plaque for Carlos Gardel…for those in the know…he is the Humphrey Bogart, among others in South America…and in many ways…exposed the world to Tango.
What a surprise of a gem. Now of course everyone in Buenos Aires doesn’t revel in the history of Tango, but it is beautiful to see those who do celebrate such a rich contribution to world culture (more on him Carlos Gardel later).
Ahh…so wonderful to be back in Buenos Aires. So after a long walk, it’s a walking city which is a much better way to get to know it, I come upon such beautiful places. Many people visit these places. But, I am visiting less for the tourist aspect and more to get a feel for the cultural expression to add to the quality of my internal journey.
I love how they light the city at night…colors and contrast combined with the context and structure…is really a powerfully beautiful yet subtle statement…almost sounds like a wine tasters description of a good vintage 🙂 The Pink House, the parks, those old structures…many a night…I just sat in solitude…with my thoughts…revisiting history, but also developing an awareness of my own feelings…no distractions…just me and my BA 🙂
After a long walk, heading back to Alejandro’s….I stop at my favorite Parilla (which he always teases me about) 🙂 To get some of the famous Argentinian grilled meat…they remember me from last time so it’s my personal version of the show ‘Cheers’ in Buenos Aires…and look, my old buddy sits with me while I enjoy one of my favorite dishes….cats are something else; mi amigo el gato 🙂
Finishing up this day, long flight…long walk…good emotions from seeing my friends Alejandro Gee and Erzsebet Tamas….one last thing…
Helado!!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!! 🙂 This in and of itself is worth it…absolutely delicious…texture…taste…context…I have to admit…walking into an ice cream shop to order so that you can practice your Spanish…that is pretty close to priceless…a nice slow walk to enjoy my Helado, then to sleep…Tango practice starts tomorrow….Buenos Noches Mi Amigos!!
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….
Luciano Pavoratti & James Brown
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!!
Argentine Tango – El Beso (The Kiss)
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?…. 🙂
El Beso
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!
Around Congreso and a bit more – Inspiration
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…
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