We’re in our little apartment on Cerrito & Posadas, possibly one of the ritziest neighborhoods in BA, waiting for 2 Columbians and 1 Dane to show up so KA can start looking for an apartment with them together. Should be another exciting day in this bustling metropolis of 12 million. Since Fred has left, we’ve gotten down to tackling the practical daily hurdles like learning how to flush the toilet, avoiding new bathroom floods, lighting the pilot so as not to have to take cold showers and figuring out how to get the bus to stop if we don’t want to go another mile from where we intended to get off!
We love the buses though because they zip through the city (since they don’t bother to stop unless someone is halfway in the middle of the road waving them down) and we get to see everything that we are not going to visit like the huge Puerto Madera.
If you come to BA, all of the streets have names either of another country, so you see a tango show on Estados Unidos, drink coffee on Florida (I guess they think this is a separate country) or Mexico, and have a wonderful Italian meal on Arabe Seria. Otherwise you are on a street named after some famous male whose mausoleum you can visit at Cementario Recoleta. Every single name I had encountered over the past week I discovered again at the cemetery.
Here are a few pictures from our outings – tango show, street fair in San Telmo & La Boca (literally the ‘mouth’) & the “beautiful” Facultad de Filosofia & Letras – another clear indication of the sorry state of the funding for the humanities. Today we visit a colleague I met in Graz in a suburb of BA. We are thinking of you all in el Norte (basically, the rest of the world) and sending besos & abrazos.
2 comments:
your mother or father writes good, a little bit more articulated than you kellanne.
hope you find an apartment.
that picture of you and your mother is quite excellent
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