Last weekend I had my first fiesta (party) in my new apartment in Recoleta/Barrio Norte. Actually, it was more of a fiestita, a little party, because there were only four of us. I met D. maybe 7 or 8 years ago, when he was in LA to study English for the summer. We stayed in touch, off-and-on, over the years and he's been full of helpful info and advice about living here. I've gotten together with him and his boyfriend, C., at times for lunch, dinner, and just hanging out. A couple of weeks ago I went out to Belgrano to join them in celebrating C.'s birthday.
This time, they came to see me and the new place and we hung out with pizza and empanadas (meat-filled pastry) from a local restaurant. Almost every restaurant here delivers and, oddly enough, they usually call it delivery instead of envio a domicilio, the correct Spanish term. There are lots of these Spanglish terms in use. You use a mouse, not a raton, with your computer. You buy or rent a DVD pronounced the English way, not day-bay-day like it should be pronounced in Spanish. I don't know why these things are but I suspect they're the result of the pervasive influence of American television and movies.
We also tried out my new espresso machine. Yes, I bought the Ariete model I talked about in a recent entry. I love the look of it, somewhat retro but also modern. It has a stainless steel boiler, brass portafilter, burr grinder, and temperature gauge for you coffee techno-geeks like me. I was planning to buy a Saeco Aroma, aka Saeco Classico, a longtime workhorse of home espresso machines, which I had found on a website. Naturally, when I arrived all ready to plunk down my credit card, they told me they no longer carry it. So, I went with the one I really wanted, the Ariete, even though it was almost twice the cost...but it does have a built-in grinder so it really wasn't a bad deal! I'm happy now, drinking myself into a hyper-caffeinated bliss daily.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Someday my prince will shop for his own shoes
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Labels: Castellano, Coffee, Food and restaurants
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Back in Recoleta....maybe
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Labels: Arts and culture, Coffee
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Not just tango and Evita
Ask anyone about Argentine music and they'll probably say something about tango and the soundtrack of Evita. Carlos Gardel's music is still alive and well in Buenos Aires and you can still visit the Casa Rosada and imagine Madonna singing on the balcony. But there's much more here as well. Argentina has a thriving music culture, enjoying visiting artists from around the world as well as growing their own.
Argentina developed its own style of rock music, called rock nacionál, which has migrated into other Latin American countries as well. There's a rich history of social protest in the indigenous style known as nueva canción, a fusion of traditional folk music with progessive political lyrics. There are symphony concerts, the Colón Theater is one of the great opera houses of the world, and you can find performers of almost every musical genre in the bars and clubs of the city. Don't cry for Argentina, just sing along.
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Labels: Arts and culture
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Thar's gold in them thar gringos!
There are some who just want to get whatever they can out of you while they have the chance...they don’t want money. They want your money! (American resident speaking of Argentinos in willbonner's blog)
After my thieving paramour vanished with the camcorder, I spent days mostly holed up in my apartment examining my experiences and beliefs. I thought I was usually a pretty good judge of character but I obviously failed dramatically with Denis, so what went wrong? My best guess is the cultural differences mean I'm playing by a new set of rules in an unfamiliar game.
Americans tend to be fairly open and trusting people who accept others pretty much at face value in social situations. When was the last time you met someone at a party and asked for his ID? Or insisted on going to your date's home so you could verify he actually lives at the address he gave you? We know people may embroider their reality a bit but we don't usually expect them to weave an entire web of lies for us.
I talked to the few Argentinos I can trust and they practically said they'd suspect their own grandmothers of being ready to commit larceny and fraud if the opportunity arose. There's a widespread attitude here of feeling that everyone is fair game. And gringos are the best game of all, because we have no clue how the game is played here.
Almost every person whom I've met more than once has hit me up for money, sooner or later, usually in the form of a request for a short-term loan. It's so common that I think Argentinos meet me and see a potential ATM machine rather than a person. On a few occasions, I did indeed acquiesce to small amounts (US $10-25), more as a learning experiment than from a genuine belief that I would ever be repaid. One is paying me back in services (he cuts hair); the rest have all vanished. It seems to be a pattern here, get what you can and then get out.
Having experienced this chicanery as well as my romance-turned-robbery, I'm working on developing new social skills. I can't judge people here by the standards I'm accustomed to, the cultural gap is too great. I need to learn how Argentinos do it, how they ascertain the trustworthiness of new acquaintances. I think it will be a long process and I will probably have more misadventures along the way.
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Friday, June 1, 2007
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Life took a turn for the worse and I spent the past week moping and coping. You may remember Denis, Current Something #1, from previous posts. Quite a bewitching lad, no? Sadly, beauty truly is only skin deep.
We had a quiet evening at home in my apartment on Friday night, talking about our lives over a meal of delivered chicken lasagna. Denis talked about growing up poor in Chaco in northern Argentina, moving to the capital at the beginning of this year, and struggling to find his way around the city and make a decent living here. In hindsight, that's when I should have realized something was amiss. We originally met online in June of 2006, and at that time he told me he was living in BA. The discrepancy passed right over my head at that moment.
When we got up in the morning, we decided to go sightseeing in Recoleta. I made us coffee and then jumped in the shower. When I got out, Denis was nowhere to be seen. I thought of several possibilities. Perhaps he'd received a cell call and the reception was bad so he went out to the street. Maybe he'd gone to the maxikiosko (ubiquitous hole-in-the-wall shops that sell cigarettes, candy, sodas, etc.). I got dressed and still no Denis. I sent him a text message and asked where he was. His reply to me said he was very sorry and he hoped I would forgive him. By now, I was bewildered.
That's when I noticed that Denis' mochila (knapsack) was gone. So was my nearly new videocamera, which had been set out to take along on our sightseeing. Denis wasn't coming back and neither was my camcorder. Bothered is an understatement, I was way beyond that.
This is someone I'd talked to online for a year. We'd met in person the day after I arrived in Argentina. I thought I'd been careful, meeting at cafés and other public places, waiting until I felt I knew his character well enough to invite him into my home. He was always polite, goodnatured, sincere, and affectionate. Eventually, he came to my apartment, even spent the night quite a few times, and there was never a hint of trouble. Was this a spontaneous crime of opportunity or was it a long-planned scheme to build up my trust until the moment was right? I will probably never know.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered. But ultimately, betrayed.
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Labels: Relationships