It’s been so long, where do I even begin? I think where I left off was right before the trip to Rosario. Rosario is the second largest city in Argentina and is about four hours Northwest of Buenos Aires. The trip was sponsored and organized by my program and almost everyone from the program went. The bus left at 9:00 in the morning on Saturday, unfortunately without me and my friend Paula on it! I woke up around 9:30 when I was supposed to wake up at 7:30 to catch the bus. I quickly called Paula and luckily she had missed the bus as well. This was all due to a rather late house party we had been at the night before. Over breakfast Norma and I laughed hysterically over how ridiculous Paula and I were. Determined to make it to Rosario, Paula and I met up around 10 and headed to the Retiro omnibus station. We made it just in time to catch the 11 o’clock bus to Rosario. Although we were not feeling exactly our best we made the best of our bus ride and watched a Spanish dubbed version of Hotel for Dogs. Great bus ride. When we arrived to Rosario we were unsure exactly what stop we should get off of or if there was only one stop so we got off at some random stop in Rosario. We caught and taxi and headed towards our hotel. We realized that we were actually about twenty minutes outside Rosario but we had a pleasant ride with our taxi driver who told us about Rosario and pointed out some cool sights. Rosario was nothing like Buenos Aires; there were very few tall buildings and the feeling of the city is much more calm and relaxed. When we arrived at the hotel all of our friends were rather surprised to see us and couldn’t believe we had actually made it! We arrived just in time for the city tour so we hopped on the bus ready to go. They took us around the city, first to the river side to walk along the coast, see the beach, etc. We later went farther down the coast to the boardwalk that was filled with people walking around, skate boarding, rollerblading and such. We ended up at the top of a huge flight of stairs that led down to a lower part of the boardwalk. We also got to see a couple famous statutes and buildings around the city. Also, Rosario had so many beautiful (and unlike BA), very clean parks that were filled with people lounging and selling artisan crafts.
Afterwards we went back to the hotel to nap and get ready for dinner. Luckily me and a few of my friends ended up going to dinner with the director of the program Mario and his boyfriend, both of whom are extremely charismatic and fun to talk to. We went to an absolutely amazing restaurant, drank wine, ate great Argentine steak and just had a great time. After dinner we headed back to the hotel to get ready to go out. A bunch of us went to a bar to start out the night. After being heckled by a group of rather inappropriate of guys we decided to move on. We then went to a club called Madame that our taxi driver had told us about. Despite the fact that it is apparently one of the biggest clubs in South America we were able to get in right away and I even got in for free! We danced non-stop to cumbia and reggaeton for hours. Some of the girls got tired but Paula and I stayed for a while and wandered around the absolutely enormous club. Eventually we got tired of pushing through everyone while getting pulled at and being wooed with lines such as “que linda que sos”. We stepped out on the street and started looking for a taxi but of course got distracted by the choripan stand on the street. We grabbed two choripans, talked with the guys working there for a bit about the U.S. and went on the hunt for a taxi. It was actually IMPOSSIBLE to find a taxi that night, every single one was full! We decided we minus well walk while trying to find one. Somehow, miraculously we ended up on the street of our hotel and walked home happily full of choripan. Don’t worry it was perfectly safe to be walking around and there were a ton of people walking around!
The next morning we woke up early to check out of our hotel room. Afterwards we wandered over to a small artisans fair and checked out the crafts they were selling. We then headed to lunch before getting back to the hotel to meet up with the whole group. They took us on a relaxing boat ride on the river. It was a beautiful sunny day and was a great way to end the trip. We then all loaded onto the bus to head back to BA and don’t worry Paula and I made it onto that one!
The next weekend I went on a trip to Mendoza with Paula, Lauren and Lauren’s friend Chesney from Denver who is also studying abroad in BA. Mendoza is about 14 hours Northwest of BA and most famous for being Argentine wine country. It also is famous for the outdoors opportunities because of its proximity to the Andes. Unfortunately right before we left I became rather sick. Determined to go and have a great time I asked Norma to take me to the doctor. We didn’t have to wait very long before we were able to see a doctor. My doctor turned out to speak perfect English and was actually very cute. Lucky for me, I was a gross, sniffling mess. He examined me quickly, gave me some antibiotics to take and told me to have a great trip. Not exactly the way they do things in the States. Afterwards Norma kept on talking about how nice he was and eventually I commented that he was cute, to which Norma replied “MUY LINDO”. I think that’s what she really meant all those times she was saying nice….haha. We left Thursday night and got in early Friday morning. We had bought our tickets with service so we had a server coming around to bring us food, water and such. Our server was hilarious and kept speaking English to us but we couldn’t understand anything he was saying. Eventually we had to ask him to speak in Spanish so we could actually understand. At one point he was saying “the bathrooms closing in five minutes” in a very thick accent and we started freaking out thinking that the bathroom was going to be closed all night until we discovered that he meant “the bathrooms closing FOR five minutes”. I’m starting to realize how important prepositions are...
We arrived at the hotel too early to check in so we put down our bags and had a very Argentine breakfast at a café down the block. By a very Argentine breakfast I mean orange juice, coffee and toast. WE then walked around the city of Mendoza for several hours. It reminded me a lot of Rosario in the way that it was rather small, had very few tall buildings, and had a much more laid back feel. The streets were lined with tall trees and restaurants filled with people sitting outside. While Mendoza doesn’t exactly have many sights to see it was nice to walk around and see the city. After getting settled in to our hostel we piled into a bus to go horseback riding in the mountains surrounding Mendoza. We were accompanied by two gauchos, Ramiro and Pirata (meaning pirate). It was about a half an hour ride that mostly consisted of Pirata bumping cumbia music. When we got there we were surrounded by a bunch of dogs that I later regretted petting. We all got onto our respective horses and started off on our journey. It was a pretty calm trip even though my horse had mala onda (basically was in a bad mood) and was trying to fight with everyone else’s horse. After riding for about an hour we stopped and climbed up a small hill. Ramiro told us about the wildlife that lived and plants that grew in the area. We then climbed down to have a mate break. Ramiro was a young, cute gaucho who wore shin guarders, gaucho pants and an adorable hat. During our mate break we talked with Ramiro who told us about all us foreign girlfriends he had had and lectured us about how we needed Argentine boyfriends to really learn Spanish. We told him we were working on it, haha. We then got back on our horses to head back. Ramiro asked us if we wanted to trot/gallop and without receiving an answer he whistled to the horses who all started trotting after one another. I was extremely excited because I’ve never trotted before and I’m not exactly the best on horses as my sister will tell you. When explaining how to trot Ramiro told us to ride the horse “like you’re having sex” which just made us laugh while trotting. Kind of an inappropriate gaucho but great nonetheless. When we got back we loaded back into the van and headed back to Mendoza. That night at the hostel they had an asado (barbeque) for the guests which included basically endless wine and meat, great combo.
The next day we took a bus out to Maipu, a small pueblo outside of Mendoza. After getting a bit lost, we found our destination: Mr. Hugo’s Bike Tours. A big thing to do in Mendoza is rent bikes and ride from winery to winery. We were greeted by Mr. Hugo himself and a cup of wine. We started off on the relatively busy road towards the first winery. Even though it was rather far and the road was crowded with drivers honking at us non-stop part of the ride was really beautiful and relaxing. At the first winery we had a leisurely lunch sitting in the sun. We then went on a tour of the winery during which our guide told us all about how they make the wine, how long they store it for, etc. Then to the best part, tasting the wine! We tried four different wines which to my rather undeveloped wine palette were pretty good. We then biked to the second winery about ten minutes away. There we tried eight different wines; three of which were Malbecs distinguished by year, three cabernets by year, and two white wines, all of which I found to be great. We then biked to a chocolate factory that was in fact closed but let us in quickly to buy a couple things. Afterwards we headed back to Mr. Hugos to return our bikes. Upon return we received more wine and sat down for a bit. We were joined by an awesome Swedish couple who are currently studying in Chile. Later that night we met up with them for dinner and I’m hoping to be able to visit them sometime! The next day we had a little time to kill before we got on the bus so we went to a huge park that was close to our hotel. We walked around the park and eventually just sat by the lake, watching the rowers and soaking up the rays. We headed back to the hotel, grabbed our stuff and made our way to the bus station to head back to BA. All in all, it was a great, relaxing weekend filled with lots of sun and wine.
I spent the past weekend in BA, relaxing, going to great cafes, going to great new bars and I guess studying a little bit. Quick update on the UBA strike, so it turns out that the strike still has not ended and it is likely that they will either extend the year into January or cancel the whole semester. In response my program has been forced to offer us other options in order to receive credit for the semester. So instead of my class I am writing a 20 page research paper. It has been a little stressful figuring all of it out but I think it should end up fine.
On Thursday night I met up with Lauren and a friend of our Emerson (who’s actually from Vashon Island and is good friends with Pablo, what a small world!) at a bar called El Alamo. As you can guess by the name, it is a rather as Argentines say “Yanquii” (American) bar. Lauren, being from Eugene, just HAD to watch the Ducks game and I reluctantly agreed to meet her there. Although it’s known for being an American bar the majority of people there were Argentines. Unfortunately, it was a lot of drunk, Argentine guys trying to meet American girls. By the end of the night we both got extremely fed up with the aggressive guys we quickly fled after the game ended. Luckily the Ducks killed it and we also got to see a bar fight J kind of an eventful night. Lauren left directly from there for the airport to head to Peru for ten days! I am so jealous!
On Saturday Paula, Adam and I headed to this organic market that my blogger friend had recommended. To find it we had a walk down a kind of shady, unmarked street. The market is called El Galpon and takes place in a small, yellow warehouse. Although it was small there were people selling all types of great stuff. Adam bought a couple empanadas of course, while Paula and I tried different types of olives. Even though I don’t like olives these were great and Paula ended up buying two jars. The organic produce they had there looked absolutely amazing and fresh and I will definitely have to go back sometime to get produce. After looking around we had lunch at the market. I had quinoa croquetes while Adam and Paula had a bruschetta plate with pancetta wrapped asparagus, duck eggs, and salad. All in all, a great lunch. Afterwards we wandered around the Chacarita cemetery which is actually very similar to the Recoleta cemetery. Heading home on the 42 bus we happened to be on the bus with all the River soccer fans who sang songs, cheered for River, and yelled at people on the street wearing Boca jerseys the whole way.
This Wednesday Paula, Max and I will be heading to Salta which one of the most Northwest provinces of Argentina. I am extremely excited to go and can’t wait to see all the beautiful mountains and salt flats! Sorry this post is so ridiculously long, I will try to be more efficient with my blog posting. Also, sorry if my grammar or spelling is horrible—I’m really starting to lose some of those skills in English! Hopefully that means they’re getting better in Spanish but I’m skeptical…Anyways I’ll post when I get back from Salta! Un beso!







