SUNDAY 04/18/10
I went to San Telmo for a couple of hours to search for gifts – I got nearly everything that I was looking for. I also found some great leather shoes that I decided not to buy at the time, but couldn’t stop thinking about them. (Of course, I went back the next day to look for them, and it appears they’re only available during the art festival on Sundays.)
I went to San Telmo for a couple of hours to search for gifts – I got nearly everything that I was looking for. I also found some great leather shoes that I decided not to buy at the time, but couldn’t stop thinking about them. (Of course, I went back the next day to look for them, and it appears they’re only available during the art festival on Sundays.)
(Casa Rosada - equivalent to their White House)
(cow hides at the flea market)
Then, I rushed back to have an asado with Marisa’s parents and the roommates. Being my 4th asado in 10 days, I think I’ll be covered on the meat front for a while. Her parents were great – such characters! Her dad is this large German-decent man who just keeps the jokes coming. But he definitely has an Argentine touch to him – after working near the grill for hours and with the beautiful sunny day (that was supposed to be rainy), he unbuttoned his shirt halfway to reveal a chain necklace – so latino!
(Marisa's dad)
(the "rainy" day)
(the crew - Marisa's dad, Joe [australia], Ariel [argentina], Angela [switzerland], Marisa's mom, Marisa)
(the crew + me)
(the kilo of ice cream that we had delivered after the asado)
That night, some of my Spanish friends and I went to a concert of a singer-songwriter, Tontxu, from the Basque Country in Spain. As I left the house, Marisa warned me to bring my umbrella – the skies had opened up to reveal lightning encircling the city. It hadn’t started raining yet, so I decided to walk as far as I could. I made it about halfway before it started, but it was so refreshing to be outside, that I continued…and it started to come to down harder. About 20 minutes from the café, I stopped on a large street to catch a cab, but at this point, all were full or wouldn’t stop for wet customers. I shared my umbrella with a girl carrying a portfolio with her work, and as it started to hail, we took refuge under an awning. Cars immediately darted under the roof of a gas station across the way, as the last time it had hailed, it was so large that it broke car windows.
It was only about the size of a marble, but it lasted a good 10 minutes. (In the suburbs, the hail did get to the size of golf balls and caused quite a lot of damage.) Finally, as it dissipated, I continued on my way to the concert.
It was in another small club in Palermo Hollywood (blocks from my old house) that had such a great intimate feel with pillows distributed around the floor for the audience to sit on, along with bistro tables and the bleacher-style seating.
It was in another small club in Palermo Hollywood (blocks from my old house) that had such a great intimate feel with pillows distributed around the floor for the audience to sit on, along with bistro tables and the bleacher-style seating.
It was a perfect Sunday evening concert – a wonderfully soothing voice and quite an entertainer.
We got to wait around after the concert and meet him, too! A very down to earth guy. He’d taken a break for about 10 years, and now has begun touring and seemed to have fallen in love with Argentina.
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