So, I know I've been pretty quiet here lately. I was without internet for ages, and then - well, this place eats time. It's like it's built around a black hole, or maybe a hellmouth or something.
Anyway. I have a lot of backstory to catch up on, and realistically I'm never going to manage it. So instead I'll do one of those 'time passes' montages to cover the time I've spent in Bs As so far:
Watching really great dancers just messing about at the milongas; Pablo and Maria at Practica X, Julio and Corina at La Calesita, Gaston and Mariela at Villa Malcolm, and a very, very pregnant Moira Castellano at Tango Brujo.
Icecream. A lot of icecream. They have their priorities straight here: the icecream takes up about three times as much room as the cone.
Meeting the lovely Sallycat, and seeing her dance (she's very elegant).
Omnipresent jacarandas.
Eli overcoming his performance anxiety and making it to the Superbowl. OK, that really has nothing to do with Bs As, but still.
A lot of shoe shopping, including my first trip to CIF.
New friends and kind strangers.
Taxi drivers. Despite the dire warnings everyone gave me before I came, the taxi drivers have been universally lovely; they're friendly, chatty, helpful, and patient with my Spanish, they wait to make sure I get into my apartment building safely, and round my fares down.
Right, back to real time.
About Me
- Psyche
- Psyche may have started out swept off her feet, but after hard work and much questing she earned her own wings.
2 comments:
Hey Psyche,
And it was lovely to meet you too!
Yes, where does that time GO?
One tango class, or one coffee with a friend, or one night out... and yep, that's the day gone. (Note that I am saying 'or' in that little sentence!!!)
Nearly a whole year has passed for me that way!
One day I might actually work out how to answer the question, 'Now what do you do with your time in Buenos Aires?'
Then again, maybe I won't.
Keep enjoying!
SC
Well, that's a nice little recap for a start. I totally agree with you about the taxi drivers. At first, I thought I was going to die there in a cab, but after my first ride, I realized that these guys are fantastic.
Not only can they take you where ever you need to go, without any fancy gadget like GPS or even a map, but they can understand you despite your terrible pronunciation. As far as I'm concerned, my hat's off to the taxi drivers of BA. San Francisco cab drivers could learn a lot from them.
Keep on doing what you're doing and tell us more--it sounds wonderful.
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