Buenos Aires 🇦🇷 Chapter One - Los Primeros Días - 03.22.23

Mar 22

Here’s a foto montage of my first few days in the whirlwind that is Buenos Aires. I was told it’s a little NY, some Paris, and lots of Italian someth’n, with an American culture and attitude overlapping all… smashed into a metropolis of 15 million souls. My observation… it is it’s own animal with a tinge of Europe but everyone wears shorts… and it’s a very new experience for me.

I’ve appreciated a certain enunciation in the Spanish spoken here but they use a lot of slang and there’s some “shhhh” in certain accents and it’s a learning curve. The people are “tranqui!,” which is apparently the equivalent to “chill.” It’s a total mixed bag of people, and types, and personalities… but there’s a feel of unity. Very Buenos Aries de 🇦🇷

They went coo coo because of their World Cup win. They drink maté all the live long day. There’s bread things everywhere… they give you bread when you get off the plane and say “welcome to Buenos Aires! Here’s some bread!” They have something close to a croissant that is called a “medialuna” and it rocks. It has a high butter content and is rich and dense, and I believe they put an addictive powder from the Amazon jungle in it to make you want to never stop eating them. The people eat dinner at 9-10pm, and the clubs are still rolling at 6am and I’m convinced they never sleep. The people greet you with a kiss on the cheek… all of them... even if they don’t know you. They repeat the cheek kiss again when you part. My chubby American cheek approves of this. 😙

My Denver friend, Ms Shedro is down here for a month visiting family and attending a wedding. I’m splitting an apartment with her and I’ve been lucky enough to be invited along on family events which gives me some intimate local experiences.

try getting a Latin person to say "Thaddeus"... it's not happening

I met the group last night in the ultra hip neighborhood of Palermo. A cousin, or cousin’s friend… I don’t know… I’m new here… took us on a tour of street art in the hood. They were Spanish, English and Hebrew speaking people… and some could speak all three. And I like that lots. My language is ‘food’ and that’s all I need to know. ☺️

“Dále” is a Buenos Aires term equivalent to “anywho” so I have concluded…

Entonces… dále! I’m doing laundry today in a machine that is all in Spanish so I just pushed a bunch of buttons until it started doing something. Crossing fingers and being totally “tranqui” about it.

I’m here for another week so… yup… more stories of my subway adventures coming up.