I started this blog in February 2008 in order to journal our travels to South America and keep in touch with family. I had never considered blogging before, but it seemed like the right circumstance to start. In December 2008, we left Buenos Aires for a new excursion, one that kaleidoscoped into other side trips. To start the new year, I thought I would catalogue our 2009 locations.
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The landscape of Buenos Aires apartments is one of the characteristics that make the city for me. I have never lived in a city where the apartment buildings and city blocks have had such character. Looking out over the city is akin to watching a bee hive.
Photo Credit: Dhammza
After reading my last post, my mom was concerned that something was wrong. Things are going well; I can be a melancholy person. Missing old friendships, casualties of moving abroad.
This week I have been visiting V. at her fruit and vegetable stand, drinking mate and chatting. This summer she is studying English, so I’m able to help her with my language. She has one British professor and one American professor at the institute, so we make fun over their fight for her to pronounce English words the “correct” way.
I have some news on a big move coming up but don’t feel ready to share just yet. The move is in a week. Good Lord. I am still looking at our food shelves and trying to create a strategy to use everything up. I’ve done a good job of finishing the oatmeal and Nutella. Couscous? Not so much.
Our time in Buenos Aires is limited, so I’ve decided to capture some of the city’s beautiful graffiti before I reach the point of departure and regret. The air is still pretty chilly but proper walking weather, especially in the early afternoon sun. I took these photos on the way to meet the lovely Tango Goddess (TG) for a vegetarian lunch in Palermo Hollywood.
TG has the inside story on the best restaurants in town. She can also dish delicious secrets on milonga life.
Photo Credit: Celeste
This is post 100 on Still Life in South America. I started the blog initially as Still Life in Buenos Aires, moved to Chile and changed the name, and now I’m back in Buenos Aires again. I think I’ll keep the “South America,” but it does pose some problems when we move outside of South America.
Being back in Buenos Aires has been enjoyable. I forgot how much I love this city and its energy. Thursday, the day after arriving, I walked around my old barrio of Palermo with smile on my face, remembering all of its characteristics–vendors selling hot candied peanuts on the street, broken sidewalks and wobbly tiles, the myriad of balconies in every direction, the barreling sound of collectivos (buses) streaming down the street, heavily made-up old women draped with furs, humble vendors selling socks on the street with babies in arms, verdularia vendors with precise pyramids of fruits and vegetables, bread and dessert shops on every corner that would make Willy Wonka envious, and dogwalkers wrangling their dog herds past pedestrians, taxis, and buses.
Buenos Aires is a poem just waiting to be realized. It is a city ripe for myth making.