Week 3: El Campo
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In a rental car with no seatbelts we traveled an hour outside Buenos Aires first on the interstates, paying tolls every twenty minutes, and then on the gravel country roads with large green interstate signs. After driving through a sea of dust that covered our car and drifted over the ditch to the surrounding fields, we pulled down a sycamore lined lane cutting between two fallow fields. Ten minutes further down this lane, after passing cattle and little furry creatures in the ditches, we turned into the carriage entryway in the side of a long and squat, coral colored building. Pulling across the red gravel in the entryway we crossed the threshold between farm and “farmhouse.” Exiting the car in the area traditionally used to tie up horses, we were standing on lush grass peppered with pure yellow buttercups. We were standing in the middle of the house. To your left was the main house, coral in color with forest green shutters and doors, it was two grand stories with a kitchen attached and an outdoor dining room for large family asados. Adjacent to the main house was the carriage house, connected to the main house by a large door in the main room. To the right of the carriage house is a long building resembling the one we originally pulled through, filled with bedrooms and more dining areas. This large U-shaped building left in the middle an expanse of grass filled with large trees, wrought iron furniture for sitting and drinking mate or coffee, an alter to the virgin Mary surrounded by lush greens including orange and pomegranate trees, and benches for the perfect wedding.
Welcome to lifestyles of the rich and famous. This “farmhouse,” as Douglass calls it, is his grandmother’s. The land has been in the family for hundreds of years, since his family came to
The house that is on this property now is not the original house. The original was burned by “Peronist supporters,” the family thinks, in the 1950s following the expropriation of a portion of their land by the government. Still, the family owns thousands of acres of land in the north of
While it took spending a lovely Sunday enjoying the pleasures of the countryside to realize it, the drastic inequality in