Following the leaders…

Week One

A momentous occasion, Rachel and I were among those in the audience to witness the only woman to pick up after her dog in all of Buenos Aires. Although both of us felt that the event was picture worthy, neither was willing to make the move. But that woman was quite the individual in a city of followers.

Perhaps this is going a little too far, stabbing slightly too deep, but when I heard that the people of Buenos Aires were quite stylish and took it seriously, I did not realize that meant they all had the same style.

I cannot imagine that any of them like stepping in feces, or that they really relish the fact that they look like every other person walking down the street. In this cross-hatched Euro-Latin city it only seems that individuality would thrive not be stifled. And a beautiful city would continue to evolve.

Week One

The language barrier has made for some interesting experiences, mainly just moments of frustration, mutual looks of confusion, and shared nervous laughter. However, it has also been broken by something I had not expected. Song. The taxi ride of the century was taken on the way to the asado this weekend, and the fun all started when Sohmer began to sing a Boca Juniors song. The driver immediately was shocked and revealed his disgust and then his love for the rival team, River. The solution to this was to encourage the driver to teach us a River song. Which he did quite willingly.

The song and laughter which filled the cab was amazing, but a comment that was made afterwards was quite true, we all forgot that we did not speak the same language. In fact at one point the driver lost the other taxi he was following and had to radio in.

Before the trip was over, renditions of Queen, Shakira, and Don’t Cry for Me Argentina had been belted from that cab. And there was simply no way we could not convey what we wanted to say, but then again, laughter is universal.

River mi buen amigo…. Boca mi corazon…