So. South America. We're here. Have been for a while. But I want to begin this story at the beginning. I told Hubby this afternoon that I was going to sub-title this post : "The Urban Sophisticates Do Buenos Aires." Sadly, he was trying to settle down for a nap and falling out of bed laughing was not conducive to his rest. Urban we are not. Not really, not deep down. And sophisticates we definitely ain't. Ha. So being in South America is pretty big for us. We've travelled a lot, but this feels completely different. Seriously different, and seriously cool.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. This is what we left behind in Ottawa not long ago. A recent snowfall that we were relieved did not happen on our "getaway day" as Hubby always calls our departure day. This time of year in Canada, snow can derail even the best laid plans. That's our deck below. Snowed under, you might say.
This is what we piled into the neighbour's car for the trip to the airport. One small spinner bag each, my weekender tote bag, and Hubby's backpack. Not much for six weeks, and three climates. But we had planned carefully, and hopefully it would suffice. In fact, after over a week on the road, I'm beginning to think that I could have pared it down even further.
We were 28 hours in transit between Ottawa and our hotel in Buenos Aires. We had a 5 hour lay-over in Toronto, and a two hour stop the next morning in Santiago where we had to leave the plane and do the whole security thing all over again. Standing in a long line of sleepy, jet-lagged, confused, hot, and cranky travellers. Then after the last leg of the journey, another hour in the customs line in Buenos Aires, and a two hour drive into the city through sluggish traffic...meant that our 3:30 arrival was now looking like 7 pm. Thank goodness the desk staff at our hotel was friendly and cheerful, suggesting we try the casual restaurant on the corner for dinner before we staggered back to our room and fell into bed. The shot below was taken as we flew into Santiago. The Andes, I presume.
Buenos Aires was everything we thought it would be, and nothing like we had imagined. If that makes any sense. Beautiful and majestic with wonderful buildings reminiscent of Paris. Much of the architecture of 19th century Buenos Aires was built in the French style since, as we were told, France was much admired here for its style and beauty. I regret not doing more reading on Argentine history and architecture. But research for travel can get pretty confusing sometimes as you struggle to make sense of a place you've never seen.
This is the church of "Our Lady of the Pilar" in Plaza Intendente Alvear, near the famous Recoleta Cemetary. It's beautiful against the blue sky, isn't it?
We strolled through the famous Ricoleta Cemetary on our first day. The eternal resting place of the great and good, and the rich and not so good of Buenos Aires for generations. An amazing kind of city of the dead. It certainly is stunning. Overwhelming. And not a little eerie.
Like everyone else we wanted to see the grave of Eva Peron. She's buried with her parents and sister in the Duarte family tomb. Our guide on the second day of our visit told us the stories of the numerous times over the years that Evita's body has been "kidnapped" for political reasons.
I had to get a shot of this kitty. Not all the residents of Ricoleta Cemetery are dead, apparently.
We took a bus tour one day. It helped us to get our bearings and showed us parts of the city we could walk back to later on our own. This is the Floralis Generica sculpture in the Plaza Nasciones Unidas. Cool, eh? The aluminum and steel petals open in the morning and close at night.
Buenos Aires is full of colour, and vibrant street life, and art. Like these murals on the buildings in the neighbourhood of la Boca.
And of course there was colour everywhere we looked in the famous "Caminita" street in La Boca.
Not to mention tango dancers vying for our attention. And even a statue of the pope on the balcony of this building.
The Caminito is home to many artists. I'd have loved to bring home one of these brightly coloured paintings. But I settled for a photo.
With all the whimsy and colour it's easy to forget that this is still a very poor area of the city. Despite her big smile and practised banter, the tango dancer's velvet dress was a bit tatty, and her shoes well worn. And just down the street, well, life looks quite different.
What we loved best about Buenos Aires was exploring our own neighbourhood of Retiro on foot, and the adventure that was dinner each night. Alejandro, the lovely concierge at our hotel, sussed us pretty quickly. When we asked for restaurant recommendations he sent us to unpretentious, local, neighbourhood places.
Like El Norte. Where we had huge portions of pasta, good wine, and lots of chuckles with the waiter who spoke no English, and kept forgetting our water. The third time I asked he slapped his forehead and laughed. We forgave him, though, since his attention was much distracted by the adorable antics of the young grandson of his friends who were sitting across from us. In fact it looked as if almost everyone else in the place knew each other, and all the staff... given the shouted greetings, the kisses, and the table hopping.
On Sunday we strolled through an outdoor craft market. I bought a handwoven bracelet made by this fellow as a souvenir.
On our last night we dined at Teodoro, another of Alejandro's suggestions. I loved this restaurant, its bright blue walls lined with framed photos from the forties and fifties.
Hubby had Argentinian beer and homemade ravioli. I had vino tinto and... a small steak. Ha. It was pretty big, for a small steak... just not quite as big as it looks in this shot. And man, oh man, was it delicious. That teeny plate of grilled vegetables you see on the table is the most vegetables I'd had in days. It's very hard to eat healthy in a town that seems to dine exclusively on meat, more meat, pasta, and cheese.
As we toddled back to our hotel after dinner... maybe that should be "waddled" not toddled... we reflected on our experience thus far. Buenos Aires is historic, sophisticated, and beautiful, which we expected. I know according to Hubby this post has not done justice to its magnificent boulevards and grand buildings. Sigh. Everyone's a critic, eh? So, the beauty and grandeur of the city we expected. What we didn't expect was that the people of Buenos Aires would be quite so friendly. Virtually everyone we met was unfailingly polite, helpful, and gracious. From hotel staff, to waiters, to the lady selling programs at the Ricoleta Cemetery, who when she found out we were Canadians wanted to talk politics, and regaled us with stories about their former government run by "the lady" as she called their ex-president, saying how relieved she was at the regime change. And we were surprised too at how very patient everyone was as we struggled to use our few words of Spanish, and in my case tried to remember to say "si" and not "oui." As I said to Hubby, I never knew how much French I had salted away in my brain until I tried to speak Spanish. A rueful smile and lots of hand gestures also helped to bridge the language barrier. And funnily enough our love of cooking Italian food came in handy when deciphering menus. Except when I pronounced the double "l"s in pollo when trying to order chicken, everyone laughed. I guess the word "pollo" here is used only to refer to that sport with horses. They pronounce it "po sha" when they mean chicken. Travel is so educational, isn't it?
We bid adios to Buenos Aires the next morning and made tracks for the airport. Patagonia bound. Hiking boots all polished up and ready to roll. We were excited. For, as much as we loved Buenos Aires, we're not really city people. And the mountains and open spaces of Patagonia would be much more our style. I snapped the two shots, below, from the plane as we flew into El Calafate. Looks like lots and lots of open space down there, folks.
Parte Uno of our South America adventure was history. We were about to find out what Parte Dos would have in store for us. Lots of sunshine, fabulous views, and some strenuous exercise we hoped. And maybe, just maybe, some vegetables?
I've been having great difficulty writing this post with the ap "Blogsy" which has not interacted well with 'Blogger" lately. And then it stopped working for me altogether. I've just downloaded a new ap. But I know that some things will go wrong for some reason, and I won't be able to do anything about it. And then my little perfectionist brain will explode. So I'm going to try very hard to ignore all this. Hopefully the new ap will work.
I can't say when I'll be able to write the next post. The wifi has been sketchy in places. And I haven't had as much time as I had hoped to write. So please be patient.