Friday, June 25, 2010

Oh, the things we did eat!

So I'm realizing that this blog is becoming a nice little procrastination tool for me...at least it's a bit more productive than picking my split ends or pulling out all of the grey hairs I recently found flourishing on my head...TMI, I know.

Anyways, I left off the last post as I was in the middle of writing about our wonderful weeks with Carolina and Jackie...SO before Jackie got in, I had taken Carolyn to see the Alvear Palace Hotel , yes Palace is included in the name of the hotel. We like taking guests here because it is number 8 on the leading hotels in the world list, it's fancy and elegant and lets us pretend that we are rich important tourists traveling through on holiday instead of the peso making ripped clothed wearing girls that we are who share a bathroom with 5 Colombianos.

The day we went there happened to be a bat mitzvah going on in the party room ( bat mitzvah crashing came to mind) so we weren't allowed to go and play in the bathroom like we had done before, BUT we got the brilliant idea to make reservations for a ritzy afternoon tea affair. Although it is a bit too pricey for Jill and I to ever do on our own, we were thrilled to have a good excuse to go. So,the day after Jackie got in, we put on our best fancy lady clothing ( which for me included both ripped stockings and boots with holes:), we put on our hotel faces (upturned noses) and went to tea.

Because we made reservations, we were escorted into a fancy room that resembled a green house with great big high ceilings, lots of mirrors and vases of flowers. We were sat at a big round table directly across from 4 Golden Girls who we fantasized about being in 50 plus years. Some girls play the who would we be out of the "Sex and the City" gals, but we choose who we would be from this table of white haired beauties. And then, we did the Sex and the City one.... We split 2 afternoon teas between the 4 of us and while we first thought that we would still be hungry when we saw the cute little platters with bite sized delicacies, we realized that this was NOT the case.

We were treated like princesses and were served platters of veggie filled finger sandwiches, little sweet crumpets with the most amazingly deliciously tart and sweet lemon curd,orange marmalade, raspberry jam with bits of raspberry, tiny delectable pieces of almond bread, cheesey bite sized tarts with tomato, beautiful desserts of mango creamy custard on a graham crackery base sprinkled with flecks of gold, a puff pastry filled with sweetened cream, a little sugar glazed fruit filled tart, a tiny moist bite of chocolate with a purple flower and of course the tea. You must look at pictures to do this spread of exquisitely delicious food justice. Here are a few of the hundreds Jill took.









Oh, and after we had stuffed our bellies with every single last bite of food, the waitress rolled out a "carton of sin" ( as Jill referred to it) piled with cakes and pies and sugar galore. It was torture and we were told to select two.

AND THEN we got little moist chocolate truffles filled with Baileys or Amaretto.

We looked around as we reclined back, hands on our bellies, on the verge of passing out from so much sugar and unimaginable yummminess and noticed that not everyone else had licked their plates clean quite like we had. And as piggish and stereotypically American as that may have been, we did not care in the slightest.

It was amazing, to say the least. look here.
http://www.alvearpalace.com/v3/index.php?secc=restaurantes&resto=tea
*anyone who now comes to visit will get to experience this heavenly adventure with us**wink wink

I don't even know how to continue on after that..

So, after Carolyn left :( with her belly full of tea, kosher McDonalds, steak and a bag full of Argentine leather purses, I took Jackie to all of the places that I had taken Carolyn to the week before AND a lot of delicious restaurants. Jackie, little Ms.Foodie, came with a list of restaurant recommendations from both friends and the New York Times and since Jill and I had cleverly stayed in for the past month in anticipation of the money we would be spending with guests, we were VERY excited to get out.

First, we went to a middle eastern, Greekish restaurant called Sarkis. It was a random night of the week and we still had to wait for 30 minutes to be seated, a good sign. But it was worth it, if for not anything else but the dessert- little honey sweetened baklavahish fingers with vanilla ice cream. Jackie got some meat covered with a white sauce that she drooled over and Jill and I got the only veggie things on the menu-veggie moosakah or however you spell that. The waiter was funny and flamboyant, asked for my number about "English classes" and it was a yummy night.

A few nights later, we went to a restaurant that was reviewed in the New York Times called "Miranda," which is a steaky parilla, but the pictures of their huge colorful salads were featured in the article. And big, colorful, flavorful salads are neither done well, nor are they really all that popular here. If you go to any other restaurante, you have the option to order a salad which is typically comprised of just lettuce, onion and tomato thrown on a plate- boring. And the one time we tried a salad where you can choose you own ingredients we thought, oh yay, make your own salad! But the ingredients you choose come by themselves, without lettuce beneath them, unless you specify that you want lettuce as well. And this then takes away from another veggie option to put on top. And then it gets too expensive and is still unsatisfying.

BUT the point of that little rant was to say that the salads at Miranda were especially AMAZING. They had thick, juicy, steamy pieces of grilled pumpkin, squash, zucchini, tomato and onion spread over multicolored pieces of lettuce, instead of wilty greenish brown. We were sitting right next to the steaming parilla (the grill) where the men were throwing giant slabs of red meat on the grill and as Jackie stopped to take a picture before we left, the cooks called us all back with them to get in a picture, right next to the meat...mmm.not.

AND on the night before Jackie left we went to La Cabrera-- a touristy , in the guide book parilla that also had a 45 minute wait on a Tuesday night. BUT this place is known for handing out champagne while you wait, but for whatever reason, we missed out on this little treat. We didn't sit down and start eating until 12ish BUT Jackie finally got some Argentine meat AND they surprisingly had the option of grilled vegetables without ANY meat, not even jamon (as many people think you eat jamon if say you are a vegetarian...?) for the silly vegetarians who live in Buenos Aires. The dishes came with a platter of a dozen or so random dipping sauces, garnishes and yummy deliciously spiced veggies. They brought out a piece of cake with a sparkler on top for my birthday and gave out lollypops at the end of the meal instead of mints. Twas a tab bit pricey, but very tasty and with a good onda. -- **Argentines describe the mood, vibe, the essence, atmosphere and the feel of a place or a person with the single powerful one worded, ONDA.


Oh, I would also like to note that even though the prices have been rising and that working for pesos is no picnic, I did buy 3 huge bunches of kale, 2 bunches of spinach, 1 red pepper, 2 tomatoes, 1 onion, 2 carrots, 1 squash and 2 bananas the other day for 20 pesos. And with the exchange rate at 3.9ish to the dollar, that is roughly $5.12. Right?

This is getting to be very long and I have yet to talk about our fabulous, beautiful mountainy trip to Mendoza aaaand my cumpleanos! That will come soon. But I have been in a cafe for 5 hours , my bottom half is falling asleep and I don't have any more money to order anything else and so I must leave.

BESOS

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

On a roll!

Well, looky here!

It's the very same day and I'm on to another entry! I am taking advantage of my momentum while it lasts because I can't predict when it will come again... and I don't feel like starting my articles about satellite internet just yet. I have about an hour till I'm going to power fit step aerobics dance class and I am going to try and recall all of the wonderful things that happened when Carolyn and Jackie were here...

WELL. Carolyn came first. We pulled out out the little sofa bed thing for her, moved around some furniture and threw some things under the bed to make room for her and her big bag... and I do believe she brought more clothes than I brought for an indefinite amount of time...and this is a jab at myself for packing too little, not at Carolyn. Honest.

Anyways, Carolyn got here on the last day of festivities of Argentina's grand celebration of their Bicentenario which means that no one was working and everyone in the entire city was downtown. There were special events, performances, parades, ferias, stands from every one of the 23 provincias in Argentina, special foods from around the country, talks, shows and craziness happening all leading up to Argentina's 200th birthday on March 25th. We went downtown to try and see some of the events going on, but literally, there was no room to move. The main street downtown where el Obelisco(huge tall white monument in the middle of the street) is located is called 9 de Julio and it is the widest street in the world.
BUT let me tell you, this widest street in the world was packed person to person horizontally, vertically, diagonally, upways and down and every single way you turned. I believe that the entire population of the country was on this street taking part in the festivities, as much as they could. We tried to see the light show that was happening on the famous Teatro Colon but couldn't get closer than 3 blocks away from it, blocked by trees and pushy, sweaty people. It was like being on the subte at rush hour multiplied by a million.

We learned from this experience and decided to watch the rest of the parades and shows on television from the comfort of our house, a much better decision. You can see some of the light shows, which were actually very impressive that happened on El cabilido, some government building here :http://www.bicentenario.argentina.ar/ .

Later that night, we went to our amigas, Jill and Sara's apartment with Carolyn and their friend Jess for a typical Argentine dinner. The girls made locro, a stew (traditionally eaten on Argentina's Birthday) and is typically made with chorizo, beans, corn, squash, onion etc. Luckily for us, they made one for them, with chorizo(sausage) and one for us vegetarians, with tofu...such considerate friends we have. We brought the postre, a ginormous Alfajor cake which was delicious,filled with dulce de leche, covered in chocolate and terribly terribly rich. MMM. And then of course, we had some vino... I think we had some traditional Argentine Malbec tossed in there somewhere. We watched the last parade on television and witnessed as Mrs. Cristina Kirschner, the presidenta of Argentina shake her thang on national television.

We took Carolyn to the famous and world renown Kosher McDonald's, remarkably the only other Kosher McDonalds in the world outside of Jerusalem. It is inside of a huge mall or "shopping", as they call malls here, (yes they made this present continuous verb into a noun) and Caro got a hamburger AND chicken nuggets. We also took her to a kosher parilla, traditional Argentine restaurante with beef, bife, chorizo,lomo,lamb, vaca and more meat. There are a very different kosher Parillas in Once, where many of the Jews in BA live. The first one we went to was called Mama Jacinta where Carolyn drooled and gobbled up her big cheap kosher steak as Jill and I watched her and ate a potato omlette, tortilla espanola and mashed calabaza (pumpkin, there wasn't much else on the menu. Oh, yes and they did have hummus which we usually have quite a hard time finding in other places.

In addition to treating Carolyn with kosher meat, we went to the Evita museum, the Holocaust museum to china town, the MALBA, we went to the ferias, bought some Rodocrosita jewelry which is Argentina's national stone -it's a pretty light pinky color, she bought her family some gifts and I also started buying some souvenirs myself. We decided that the longer we stay here, the more the prices will most likely rise so why not take advantage of doing touristy things with our touristy visiting friends? The only downside to buying presents for all of you back home is that we get so excited with the gifts we've bought but still having to wait all this time to bring them back to you!

I led Carolyn all around the city on foot, making her pretty little feet tired. We had our daily cafe con leche at a number of cutesy cafes and Carolyn fell in love with medialunas, flaky, doughy, sweetened croissants that are sold EVERYWHERE and anywhere in this city. I also dragged Carolyn with me to the bilingual school where I have been volunteering, Escuela del Mirador. The kids asked her questions about where she was from, Carolyn drew an interesting sketch on the board of the United States and we read them a story about a mouse and his manners when he asked for "cheese, please." There was, however, one particularly embarrassingly funny question...

A little girl raised her hand and said with a huge smile on her face... , "I have a crazy question...Have you seen Alicia en la pais de las maravillas? (Alice in wonderland) I said "Yes", because I had and THEN she goes on to say, " Oh well, your hair kind of looks like the Mad Hatter's!" And then she giggles along with the rest of the class.
Good. One of those moments when you realize how wonderful it must be to be young and naive and not know what you are saying...

Sidenote because I left and came back and now my mind is somewhere else..

Argentina had a game today with Grecia and when a game is on EVERYTHING closes. I was walking to the subte right as the game was starting and no one was on the streets. There were hardly any cars, no one was in the subway station and almost every single store was closed with a sign on the door saying it would open after the game. It's acceptable and probably expected that you will leave the office, close down and pay attention to nothing else but the game. I got on the subway and as I was walking up the street I stopped at a little cafe inside the station. There must have been at least 100 people crowded around the cafe, faces forward and intensely concentrated on a small television in the corner. People woooed at the same time, awwed at the same time and screamed at the same time. It was like a superbowl party in the station (times a hundred), and then every other cafe I passed along the way had the same exact scene.
Thank goodness they won, 2 to 0, or I would have been scared to walk home.

Yes, we still know we have a blog...

Well, as you can guess and clearly see by the dates of our blog posts we are not doing a very good job of updating this blog. Obviously, there are some good reasons- being busy,being vegan, going to step aerobics, living life, watching Glee, having Carolyn and Jackie visit...but why not just get down to the good stuff to begin with:)

Looking at the last post that covered our wonderfully warm and beachy week away in Uruguay seems forever ago and believe it or not, we went again to Uruguay just yesterday to renew our visas once more. That means we have been here in this country away from home for all of 180 days. That's a lot. It's one of those things the either seems like "oh, but it feels like so much longer" OR maybe I've just never thought about what 6 months really feels like before.

Since that last trip to Uruguay where we spent all of our time tanning and on the beach, it has gotten cold. At least it's not that terribly biting bitter cold that no matter how many winters you spend in Boston you never get used to is, but compared to the 70, 80 degree weather we were consistently loving, we have now been greeted with winds in the 40s and 50s. And it has been the most confusing and disorienting thing to look at the month on the calender and see the crunchy leaves outside and have to put on the heater before going to bed. I keep thinking that Hanukkah and Christmas are right around the corner and that in no time at all Starbucks will start using their red snow flaky holiday cups any day now, but of course this is wrong. We are now regretting flaunting our sunny, warm weather to all of you back in January, February and March because now, the tables and the seasons have turned and we are wearing scarves, boots and gloves. Guess we can't have it all.

BUT the past few weeks at least have been filled with fun, friends and food;0) ( I can't attempt to remember everything that happened since that last blog entry, but I will try...it will most certainly be out of order, but you won't be able to tell the difference anywho)

So we've had some visitors since the last time; first Dom and Ian came from Boston to spend about 2 weeks strolling around the city and revisiting Ian's favorite spots from when he studied abroad here back in Spring of 08. Since then, he informed us just how much the prices have shot up in pretty much every way; from grocery stores, clothing, restaurants to public transportation (the bus or bondi as those Argentines like to call it used to cost 80 centavos and now, it's up to a minimum of 1.10) We weren't too happy to hear about this especially as the prices continue to rise.

BUT with the boys here, our first visitors of our time here(!) we went to some delicious restaurants we had yet to try and browsed around the city to museums, the Recoleta cemetery and all of weekend ferias (the ferias are still one of my favorite aspects of the city-- In Pittsburgh or Boston you have to wait all year for one or maybe two specific weekends in the summer or autumn for an art fair to come into the city, but here they happen every single weekend in at least five different barrios around the city )

We also went with them to one of the oldest neighborhoods in BA, called "La Boca" which translates to "the mouth", because it sits at the mouth of the river Riachuelo. It's a very touristy, very tango-y, very colorful, very small and very sketchy part of town that we saved to go with some boys and someone who had been there before. Everyone will tell you stories of people getting mugged while taking pictures of the brightly colored houses along el Caminito ( the main touristy street) but as long as you stay on that main road, it's fine. The reason behind all of the random brightly colored houses in this area is when Italian immigrants settled there in the 1900s they didn't have the money to pay for enough paint for their houses, so they had to use random scraps and leftover paints from wherever they could find. The mish mash of paints and materials produced the rainbowy mixture that is so famous today! It was pretty but very very small and touristy... I think we were there for just about a half an hour or so.







Que mas?

As far as working and such goes, Jill has been busy busy busy working up a storm at Spanglish doing all sorts of marketing, schmarketing, tweetering, creating new business ideas, being creative , practicing her Spanish, designing mascots and doing victory dances for Argentina after winning futbol games in the Mundial, the world cup ( She can be seen on facebook as Senor Spanglish doing one such dance...not to be missed)

I have still been teaching good old English in the mornings ( when my students decide to show up) and on some afternoons. As much as I like my students and their cute little mispronunciations, I can't help but complain about getting up at 7 every morning in the cold and dark to teach for one silly hour. I have been somewhat of a grouch about this for some time now and am working on my attitude;)

I also have been writing nonsense articles online, in English which as Jill recently informed me is called SEO ( search engine optimization) writing. Yes, you probably already knew this and I did not. How many months have I been writing these articles without knowing the technical name for what I was doing? Well, let's not get too hung up on these trivial details... Anyways, they are silly and the only good thing about them is that they pay me in dollars and when translated into pesos, I'm practically making millions...:) Don't be believe me? Well you shouldn't.

Anyways, it's a fine job for now and our main source of income BUT once again, it is in English and as I am already teaching in English, I am getting a bit frustrated with all of the English in my life here in this Spanish speaking country and am constantly looking for ways to fix that...I have the cooking channel , Gourmet on in the background at all times hoping for some new words and a better accent to seep into my head in the meantime.

Also these articles, as much as I don't like to put the blame on other things..(achem) has been a main culprit behind me not writing in this blog. Because when I spend all that time thinking of how to write about satellite TV, home security systems and recently, hearing aids (oy) my creativity has been wiped away and my mind is only left with phrases like "Look into the wonderful new ways that technology can help you," or "You can't afford to let your home go unprotected, get a home alarm system today!" Although, I will admit I did get a bit excited when I found one particular article I wrote about Leonardo Dicaprio and satellite TV on a Leo Dicaprio fan website. No my name is not on it, thank goodness so don't go looking for it. We'll see how much longer I can keep this job up for.

Anyways, I am going to split this entry and all of the news from the past 2 months into a few different entries so it looks like I am doing more and so you don't feel overwhelmed will my nonsense;)

Besos

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Finally Uruguay!



Well unfortunately this blog is starting the same as many previous entries… Apologizing for the lack of frequency with which we are writing…Oopsie daisies. But this time, there are some good explanations, and that’s the truth.

1) We totally recorded 2 substantial video blog entries that we have been trying , and failing to upload to the blog for weeks. We thought it was our weak internet connection that made it impossible for them to load, but after attempting to load them using the internet at a café,a really cute cafe at that, it became obvious that we just weren’t supposed to do video blogs. They were full of juicy updates, laughter and embarrassing faces—but unfortunately these videos are apparently useless and we wasted a 40 minutes of our precious time. So, back to writing. It’s better for us anyways.
2) Believe it or not, we have been very busy girls the past few weeks. Not that there aren’t free moments where we are watching American Idol or Gourmet,the cooking network , and think that maybe we should finally update this good ole blog, but you know, things happen.

But enough with excuses…you don’t really care about that. Updates, updates, updates. Let’s see. Now that all of that wonderful newsy information we recorded is useless, I suppose it makes sense to start there.

Well, a long long time ago, during a weekend that now feels like ages ago, we took a trip to Uruguay. Because we only have tourist visas, we are required to either pay some fee and attempt to get residencia OR we can leave the country every 90 days or so and just start at the very beginning. The latter makes more sense for us. So, we left on a Thursday, the 25th of March (long time ago) we boarded the Buquebus, a 3 hour ferry/ 2 bus combination (hence the name Buquebus), and set out for Montevideo Uruguay.

Once in Montevideo, we debarked the ship and head out to get onto a bus but before we had to pass through a metal detector and send out bags to get x rayed. Well, we thought all was fine as we recollected our bags and head out the door, when we were stopped by a short little woman who informed us that she needed to recheck our little plastic food. She then proceeded to remove our newly purchased and too expensive white peach, cucumber, yellow pepper( Jills’ most favorite) AND an unopened container of light queso spread. We were forbidden to take any of these items with us, as they could potentially bring in dengue or some flu or disesase into the country. Even the unopened container of cheese. We considered scarfing the food down in front of her Liz Lemon at the airport style, but decided that the look she gave us when we persisted to question about the safety of the queso meant that we shouldn’t push it. Needless to say, we spend the first hour on the bus ride upset and hungry. No need to discuss this point further ONLY to say that yes fruits and veggies fine, we understand, but cheese, unopened cheese, really?!

Towards the end of the bus ride, we started driving through some abandoned looking, not meant for huge buses type streets and started to feel a bit unsure about where we would end up, but clearly it was fine and we arrived in Punta del Este at 10pmish. ( I suppose a complete play by play isn’t entirely necessary at this point, especially because we’ve told most of you about the trip anyways, but…a few other fun points to make) We stayed at El Viajero Brava Beach Hostel which was conveniently just a few blocks away from both the bus station AND the main beaches. We shared a 6 person room that first night with just one other Swedish woman who insisted that the air conditioner 1) did not work and 2) was not needed which both were complete and utter lies. After sneakily opening the window to let in some air to the sticky humidity of the room, we had membrillo, ricecakes, and cheese ( which we had to buy) for dinner and went to bed. 

We spent the next day entirely on the beach with delicious cloudless,warm breezy weather, pretzels we found in the market ( unfortunately, a rarity here) and were ecstatic to be away from the dirty crowded humid city. Normally Punta del Este is crazy crowded and busy with Argentines, partiers and famous South Americans but because we had come a few weekends after the official end of summer, it was quiet, peaceful and perfect. As we were walking to the beach, we passed a beautiful white hotel/casino/resort and with the hopes of finding a pool, decided to stroll around inside and see what we could see. We put on our hotel faces ( a snooty, looking like you belong sort of face), prepared a last name if we were questioned of our presence there, and went up a few escalators, up an elevator and like seeing the sparkling sheen of the Emerald city, found ourselves walking out to one of the most beautiful, over the ocean, serene looking pools I’ve ever seen.

I, Elana, if you don’t already know this love love love swimming in any pool, ocean or body of water. But I especially and particularly love swimming in fancy, swanky hotel pools. In this time in my life, post college, pre loan repayment and working for pesos, the chances to swim in such a pool are very infrequent, and so at this point, you can only imagine the thoughts running through my head. After a few minutes of debating whether or not it was appropriate, I threw off my clothes and leapt into the pool where I floated, swam and glowed for a glorious 45 minutes, completely alone. Jill lounged back in the sun on a soft pink towel and for a short time, we pretended to belong to this crowd of ritzy Argentines.

Our friends, Jill, Sara and Bliss, met us at the hostel later that night and the next day, after enjoying the hostel’s free breakfast ( white rolls, un monton de dulce de leche, peach jam, cornflakes, liquid yogurt and Tang taking the place of OJ) we decided to take a little day trip to the very gorgeous, ritzy and quite village of Jose Ignacio where Shakira apparently owns a house. ( http://www.jose-ignacio.com.uy/en/know_jose_ignacio.asp ) We walked around, mooned over the amazing beach houses, stopped in a market for some snackies and found our way to the beach for the day. Another day of perfect weather.

In spite of the expensive prices, our hostel’s rule of no outside alcohol and the cheese snatching, it was a wonderful weekend away from la ciudad of BA. On the way back, we had a 4 hour bus ride through gorgeous countryside of Uruguay filled with cows, sheep, horses .rolling hills and landscapes that reminded me of Heidi and her grandpapa.

We want to go back to the beach.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

These are a few of our favoriiiiitee things

We are over due for another update…(sorry padres) Jill has been mighty busy working hard and learning Spanish over at her internship every day of the week from 10 30 to 7ish and sometimes later! (more to follow about Spanglish)

This past week, Elana finally started working at a private language institute owned by a nice man who sounds like a little British man who drinks tea all day, but he’s just from Buenos Aires. She has two different classes, every day of the week from 8:30 am- 9:30 am at a company that has something to do with supplying medical products and lets her have as many café con leches o cappuccinos as she wants Her students are funny and very nice and interested in learning English and she is realizing how little sense English pronunciation really makes, schedule and prologue for example. BUT, it is only for one hour a day, before Jill even leaves for work, SO she needs something more to do with herself and more money to make. And she is actively looking for this thing. So far, aside from looking at Craigslist and twiddling her thumbs, she has been watching TV in Spanish, mostly the Disney channel because it is the slowest and most likely to be absorbed into her brain like osmosis(?) writing a little, reading a little, planning lessons, talking to the boys and pretending they are personal private spanish tutors aaaaand panicking about where she wants to live whenever she returns to the states. And I don’t know why this paragraph turned into the 3rd person.


The theme of this update it: These are a few of our favorite thiiiingsss… ( non specific order)

Meraviglia- The slogan on their window says “Podes confiar en lo organico” You can trust organic.” This has been our favorite restaurant since our first week here, and it still is by a mile. It’s only 5 blocks away, vegetarian, organic, bright, friendly, green and really affordable. The staff already knows us and they are one of the only places we have yet to find chai tea (besides Starbucks) and marinated tofu in many dishes. They have a new “plato del dia” every day and each one has been phenomenal (like gasp worthy between bites), the head chef is a woman named Juliana Lopez May (http://www.julianalopezmay.com/) If you like pictures of food ( our moms) then you should go there. In addition to being an adorable consistently amazing restaurant, it ALSO has a wall of organic veggies, eggs, jams, rice, whole grains, Mates, teas, fresh breads, etc you can buy for prices you would NEVER see in Whole Foods. http://meraviglia.com.ar/

Eterna Cadencia- This is a bookstore/ café we happened upon our very first afternoon wandering around Honduras street (connecting Palermo Hollywood to Palermo Soho, lined with cafes, cute little kitschy shops and restaurants) The bookstore is flooded with books (obviously) shelved right up to the ceiling,and the only way to reach some are with the wooden ladders (Beauty and the Beast style). Windows from the bookstore look right into the café ; there are plush couches at one end and little wooden tables on the other. The best part is upstairs on their terrace- it gets perfect morning, afternoon AND evening sun and is shaded with big leafy trees ,has outdoor comfy couches and the most deliciously caramel coffee vanilla frap frozen drinks.
http://www.eternacadencia.com/home.asp

Spring- Ok. Imagine a dream world bursting with every vegetable, tofu, soy sauce, carne de soya, potatos, sushi, veggie empanadas, asian inspired soups, fruits, cakes. Everything is laid out in front of you, warming under a soft light and all you need is a fork. And a plate. And it is a buffet. For 30 pesos. It’s a dangerous dangerous dream, and I realize that many of you are rolling your carnivorous eyes at this fantasy world turned reality, BUT in a country where there are legs of meat hanging from a large majority of the restaurants and markets, and YOU are a vegetarian and you’ve miraculously found yourself in a restaurant where you actually don’t have to struggle when you ask if this really doesn’t have any meat in it, not just cow (because here no carne means no cow) but that it also has no chicken, pig OR fish, then THIS is heaven. Enough said.

Arabe- Our belly dancing class. We’ve been going and shaking our bellies, pointing our feet and gracefully flailing our arms about once a week ( after we start making some money, we can hopefully afford to go a few times a week) Everyone kisses each other before AND after class and most of the older woman in the class begin grunting and audibly sighing to the teacher about half way through when we have to “sigue sigue sigue” (continue) with our hips smacking the air around us, back and forth back and forth.

Pepas: We discovered Pepas about a month ago- as we were wandering through the cookie aisle, searching for something not terribly guilty, we saw the world “membrillo” and our eyes lit up. They are grandma inspired shortbread cookies, for sure, but a bit darker in color and have a gooey glob of membrillo( quince jam) right in the middle of the cookie…mmm. They are no alfajors, BUT they are delicious.

Colombians
: We live with gorgeous Colombian boys who we love and sometimes we try to turn into our personal Spanish tutors. Apparently, Colombian Spanish is one of the clearest and easiest forms of Spanish to understand for a new Spanish speaker, both our boys have told us this along with many other Argentines, so we know they aren’t just being cocky. We got really lucky finding them. They’re hilarious, generous, artistic and they are definitely going to be lifelong friends of ours. The only downside to having them is that when Jill comes home and tries to use something she learned in class they make her re-learn it without the Argentine accent (which can be a little tricky).

In addition to Sam y Nahuel who we see all the time, Alex, also from Colombia lives upstairs. He works a lot at Narciso, a famous men’s underwear company and often comes home late and leaves early. BUT , we do see him occasionally in the kitchen and he loves to practice his English with us and is very patient and helpful with Jill’s Spanish. Elana even helped him translate a business presentation he did on a trip to Panama a few weeks ago and he was very grateful. He’s super sweet, wears cute little pants and we love him too.

Venezuelans: Particularly 2. We first met Gaby the same night we met our boys at the B and B New Year’s dinner party. She lives downtown and recently started working at Starbucks (which just came to BA about 2 years ago and is ALWAYS crowded and people only order frapucinos)even though she is actually an accountant in real life. She will be starting marketing classes soon. She has a cute little jumpy hyper puppy named Simba and recently her cousin, Adrian came to Buenos Aires as well to go to school. So now we have two Venezuelan friends and they are wonderful people, always make us laugh, and always take us to cool places. As much as we love all of these latino boys, its very nice to have a girl in the mix as well.

On Friday, we went with them to a rich little town called San Isidro 45 minutos just outside of Buenos Aires. It reminded Jill of Shady Side, in Pittsburgh, but was a bit bigger and has a lot of trees and fresh air and is a LOT cleaner in every sense, which was refreshing. We also found a natural market there where they have seeds and beans and oats galore! And we are going to be making our own granola( cause it is pricey here, and we’ve become crafty like that) and we will be sure to document the experience, for better or for worse.

La terraza- Well, now that the hot hot sticky humid city summer is coming to an end, slowly, but still coming, we can spend even MORE time on our lovely roof deck without frying. Carlos has quite the green thumb and a habit of buying furniture online on the cheap and refurbishing it. This means that our terraza always has new beautiful flowers and plants and new tables painted cool colors that magically appear.

Freddo fro yo
: Of course we just so happen to live in the only neighborhood in all of Buenos Aires that is home to the one and only fro yo shop. It is connected to Freddo, a very popular ice cream chain in BA, which has delicious ice cream, but is sometimes, just a bit too ridiculously thick, creamy and guilty. (It also unfortunately makes Jill think she has dysentery) We saw the fro yo sign one day (it literally just opened within the last month) and now everything is light and fruity. It’s a lot like BerryLine or PinkyBerry. It’s also half the price of the ice cream which makes anything taste better. Well maybe not anything.

Tartas: The lovechild of a quiche and a savory pie. Pretty much every restaurant and bakery here has them and always in multiple veggie friendly flavors. The crusts are also usually light; flakey and not too thick (like ones in the states). At our organic markets here they also have integral(whole wheat) tartas which gets our goat every time. At our favorite restaurant they have tartas de calabaza and tartas de zapatillo – kind of like zucchini but a little different.

Calabaza: Is Pumpkin and it is everywhere here all the time not just in the fall. Almost every restaurant has mashed pumpkin , pure de calabaza, tarta de calabaza y mozzarella, whole calabaza, pumpkin soup, pumpkin ravioli etc etc etc. It’s not too sweet, not too bland, is always cooked just right and has an amazingly happy orange color and is delicious. Claro. If only they had pumpkin chai like in our favorite cafes in Cambridge/Somerville. Le sigh.

Milanesas de Soja Caseras: Milanesas are huge here. Everywhere offers them and people eat them all the time. Milanesa completa is very common to eat and it’s a sandwich with the works – chicken milanesa (usually) with lettuce, tomato, ham, cheese, sauces, etc. Obviously we don’t go for that. Since we don’t have our Trader Joe’s Meatballs or Morning Star crumbles to get us through, we discovered milanesas de soya aka vegetable/soy milanesas. Every brand makes them, they come in different flavors (our first favorite was onion) and they actually just came out with a pumpkin one a couple weeks ago. Perfecto.


American Idol- Luckily, thanks to illegal TV show viewing websites, we have been able to keep up with the most important current events going on in the USA while we are out of the country. Sometimes it’s blurry, sometimes it says we’ve watched too much in one night and have to wait 54 minutes to continue, but it’s worth it and the girls are way better than the guys this year.

Online movie sites: Thanks to other illegal things on the internet we’ve also been able to keep up with the movies coming out in the states. There are a lot of movie channels on TV here that play movies in English with Spanish subtitles but they frequently play the same movies over and over again. We can only watch The 40 Year Old Virgin or Miss Congeniality 2 so many times. This is when these sites come in handy. Much like with idol they have their problems but we eventually get through them. It’s also made us realize we don’t really need to be able to see the color of a characters eyes or even that they have eyes to know what’s going on. We’ve also mastered the art of patience thanks to Megavideo as well as multi-tasking. Example: When it times out of "Precious" halfway through we can switch to the "Hurt Locker" on another site… their storylines don’t quite match up so there’s no risk of confusion.

El Parque Armenia en Palermo Soho: A cute, lush park in the middle of Palermo Soho near our house. It’s full of families, people drinking Mate, preteens playing tonsil hockey, pigeons, sun, palm trees and unlike other parks not too many creepy men. On sunny blue skied days we go here with our boys, a blanket, music, cards, books and our journals. Sometimes a bottle of wine that we pour into an empty Fanta bottle (thank you college education).

Jewelry de semillas: Baires is a great place. But it’s a city. And every city has its drawbacks. This particular city has quite a bit of theft. And they’re good at it. Pickpocketing, cell phone snatchery, a recent fad in old school bank robbery (seems like a lot of work and very pre-the year 2000 if you ask us), purse stealing, children who crawl under your seat in the subte and reach their tiny little hands into your bag. You get it. Jewelry is especially desirable. And they’ll take it right off neck as your walking in broad daylight with police and lots of people around (eek bad memories). After ‘the incident’ that won’t be brought up again, we noticed that no one wears real jewelry. Not even costume jewelry. Lots of people wear beads and braided string bracelets. Lucky for us we happen to love that kind of jewelry so we’ve been collecting necklaces and bracelets made of semillas or seeds. Acai seeds are the most popular it seems but there are all different kinds and different pretty colors and no one has any desire to steal it. We hope.

Mariposa: honey liquor we buy because it is sweet, cheap and has a big ole butterfly on the bottle. Sometimes we drink a bottle of this on a Friday night when we don’t feel like going out. Don’t worry we drink it with our boys not just us.


Alfajoritos
: tiny little bite size alfajores ( read back a few posts for a lengthy mouth watering description of the full size.) These are perfect for us because they aren’t horrible for you and they’re equally delicious. We’ve also recently found a wide variety of healthier alfajors – integral style, rice cakes instead of cakecake, fruta alfajores instead of dulce de leche.


Fidel y Bamboo
( the dogs, not our wireless internet connection which is also called Bamboo): Quite possibly the sweetest most cuddly, lovey dogs ever. They are attached to Carlos at the hip so they frequently lose interest in us if they hear Carlos walking, talking or breathing within a 10 foot radius.

The ’93: There are about a million different buses in this city. It is very confusing. Luckily, we are able to take the ’93 to almost everywhere we ever want to go and it picks up and drops us off 100 steps from our door. We do have to take other buses sometimes, but we live on a main street which usually means they’re pretty easy to find.


The fruit and vegetable stand on Ravignani
- Up until this past week, this WAS the cheapest place we could buy veggies and fruit and eggs galore. However, inflation in the city is ridiculous- literally everything just noticeably jumped up a few pesos this past week alone, markets, atms, everything. But because we will most likely be around for a few more jumps, we have no choice but to get used to it. Even though it sucks. Anyways, this veggie stand is super fresh, right around the corner from us (on the way to the subte), the man says “Buen dia” to Jill every morning, they still have the cheapest eggs ( 3.50 pesos for 6!) and the plumpest looking fruit.

Spanglish: 5 rounds of 5 minutes in English 5 minutes in Spanish. Like speed dating- but not. Spanglish is a language exchange event twice a week on Wednesday and Thursday nights here in BA. Elana loves going because she gets to drink wine and talk to people in Spanish and make new friends. This also happens to be where Jill is interning and also taking classes (Spanglishcool, yes cool). Jill loves working for them. It’s a start up company that’s doing really well and is promoting a really cool idea.
www.spanglishexchange.com check it out


Weather.com
- For obvious reasons. This lets us know what the weather will be like, in Fahrenheit because even though the conversion is fairly easy, we hate math and because our language side of the brain is being over stimulated, we can’t begin to activate the math side…and we can never remember it. ALSO, weather.com keeps us updated on the weather in the US and makes us very glad that we just happened to pick this specific horrible winter to leave the country, sorry guys.


Skype:
Duh. We miss everyone. And video skype makes it extra easy to feel like we’re just a computer screen away. (Except Elana’s parents are computer challenged and have failed to fix their video camera , maybe this public announcement will encourage them to ACTUALLY fix it)

Llaves: this means keys. Jill added this one to this list. She “really likes the way they look. They are old fashioned (or just not American) and really cute.” And they remind her of "Indian in the Cupboard"

exerciseTV.com: You can’t go running in Buenos Aires because there are piles of fresh dog poop everywhere and because men say horrible things to you, especially if you're a woman running in shorts. We're pretty sure that the men would say something even if you were wearing a Barney costume if they thought a woman was inside of it. There is a park where literally all the runners in the entire city go and run in a circle, but it is kind of far and running can get boring. And gyms are expensive, well not that expensive but there no 10 dollar Planet Fitness deal, AND we don’t got no extra money. SO , to keep up our physiques, we use exercisetv.com! There are over a hundred videos of kick boxing, bikini body workouts, yoga, stretching, dancing, squatting etc. They have pretty much all the same videos they have ON DEMAND at home, so you can do it too!

Carlos y Miguel: Our cute little gay parents. Mas o menos. Carlos owns the B &B where we first stayed and also the apartment we are living in now. He is a cute skinny man of about 50 some years, originally from Chile but moved here over 30 years ago. He always wears old vintage tees in English, like the kind we would buy at goodwill that say “I lost my turtle” or some random town’s little league. On Jill’s birthday, he brought her a big bouquet of pinkish orange gerber daisies with a note from him and his puppies. He’s super easy going and doesn’t care if we give him our rent 2 weeks late

Miguel is Carlos’ best friend and business partner for the past 30 years. He is a jolly little bald man who is very fashionable and wears an apron in the mornings when he makes the breakfast for the guests at the B &B. He is from Argentina and never speaks any English, neither does Carlos. Miguel frequently goes on rants about one thing or another if we ask him a simple question relating to Argentina or politics, weather etc. We sometimes catch him running down the hall with a towel around his plump little waist and we giggle. Also, we think that he might be a big deal in the gay Argentine scene because sometimes he makes a phone call and all of a sudden we can jump the line and pay half the price of admission at a club.


Claudia
: Is a very tiny woman who comes everyday and cleans; the floor, the dishes, the bathroom, the windows, everything. We are very spoiled. We don’t like to be around when she is cleaning because we feel guilty. But we just found out she is actually our neighbor and a friend of Carlos’ and we think she cleans as a side job so she can make some extra dinero from Carlos. She is cute and smokes while she cleans and in spite of her size we are pretty sure she could take a person 3 times her size. She has that look in her eyes.

Full House Season 2 con subtitles: It’s comforting, it’s Elana’s favorite and it’s good practice. And who doesn’t love Uncle Jesse?


So those a few of our favoriteeee things.

We are going to Uruguay this week, from Thursday to Sunday to get away from the city AND more importantly to renew our tourist visas, so we will certainly have more to say after that! We will be going with our friends, Jill and Sara; we met Jill during our TEFL class and funny enough she is from a town right next to Jill’s! What a small world. We also just found out that we have mutual friends, what an even smaller world! Sara is her girlfriend and equally cool, and she always knows the goings ons in the city and is very news savy and sends us links to things we should know. And she’s a master juggler. They live super close to us, which is very convenient and we are getting together with them tonight to have dinner, which we also did last Sunday and will probably do next Sunday! (actually we won’t because well be on ferry coming back from Uruguay BUT the Sunday after that, for sure!)

It’s raining now and the last day of summer was yesterday, but hopefully that will just make the sticky humidity go away. This was an extra long update because we are bad at doing it regularly, but we're sure you ate up every word cause you miss us.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

FELIZ CUMPLEANOS A JILLIAN!

IT'S JILLITA'S BIRTHDAY TODAY!

FIRST BIRTHDAY IN A NEW COUNTRY! QUE FANTASTICO!

:)

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Two Months to the Day

This past week was our first week with nothing to do...besides looking for jobs and being tourists. The looking for jobs thing has been a bit more difficult than we thought, most likely because it's summer, and Argentines are slow at responding to anything, but we are hopeful and still sending out resumes to anything we can find.

ALTHOUGH -- Jill got an internship (that will turn into a paying job) at a really cool start up company called Spanglish. It's kind of like speed dating, except with language exchange and they've done so well that they were able to start a language school, where Jill will get free classes in exchange for labor!

Touristy things we've done this week

MALBA- the (museum of Latin American art Buenos Aires) We tried to go last Saturday, but the line was at least an hour and a half wait, so we decided to come early the next morning and figured Argentines wouldn't wake up until 3. That wasn't exactly true, but the line was only 30ish minutes (it was the last day before the exhibit ended) The exhibit everyone was coming to see was MR. AMERICA- ANDY WARHOL -- and guess where every single picture was imported from? Yep, that's right, Mr. Warhol's birthplace and Elana's - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! What a small world. Anyways, it was a cool exhibit and we hadn't seen EVERYTHING before, certain pieces must have been traveling for a while. THEN we saw Alfred Hitchcock's "Rear Window" ( in English) for the first time and loved it!

Recoleta Cemetery - A famous and huge cemetery, where lots of well known Argentines, whose names are now streets or subway stops are kept. ALSO Ms. Eva Peron's tomb is there, although apparently, she was actually moved from the spot in the 80's when all that disappeared stuff was going on and now it's just a big empty mausoleum with flowers and engraving with messages of love, that nobody realizes is empty and waits in lines to take pictures of. Obviously we waited in line with them. The cemetery has no grass and no one is actually buried underneath the ground, there are just all these personal mausoleums with beautiful statues and intricately designed doorways with the casket resting right there behind the doors. It's like a little city with lots of "houses" and narrow stone streets and loads of tourists walking around taking pictures.

Palermo Soho-- is actually the neighborhood we live right next to and walk through all the time, but we've never just taken the time to stroll around and window shop, so we did. Palermo Soho is a super ritzy, super hip, super pretty neighborhood that we would love to live in, but could never afford to. Every restaurant is cute and perfectly decorated and has beautifully lit terraces and every time we walk by them we say "MAN, I wish our friends and family were here so we could take them!"

The same day, we went to a Spanglish event at a bar in Palermo Soho. As we were signing up and paying for the event, the woman who started Spanglish, who Jill met at her interview said, “So you’ll be joining us next week?” Jill looked confused. Then the woman smiled and said, “ You didn’t check your email, did you?”
And this is how Jill found out she got the job! She didn’t have to pay or anything.
So, we met some cool Argentines, exchanged languages , some email addresses, had some drinks and a good night! ( There isn’t a work in Spanish for cheesy, if there was, we would say it here.)

Also in Palermo Soho, at a super hip hair salon/ oxygen bar called “Blow” a very scared Jill got her hair chopped off. We had to be careful to specify that she didn’t want a mullet nor a Florence Henderson flip do…both of which are common styles here. She realized that she’s always been curious to see what short hair would look like and that life is short and hair is hair is hair.

So for those of you who don’t know, we cook everything in small saucepans, yes everything (eggs, onions, vegetables, soja patties, stirfrys, etc) because we don’t have a frying pan. Also, we open cans by stabbing them with dull knives and letting the juices drain from the poked holes. Then we stab a few more holes into the cans and CAREFULLY push back the tin and shake out the contents of the can into the tiny saucepan ( no can opener either)

Well, for some reason, (good karma) a blender has appeared in our kitchen in the past few weeks. We immediately brainstormed all the possible things we could do and make and eat with this blender before it inevitably disappeared or broke. We made fruit smoothies a few times and then we got the idea to make hummus! There is no hummus in any of the markets here and we miss it. A lot. Probably more than some people…just kidding...maybe.

We bought a giant bag of dried chickpeas ( the economical option) soaked them for 10 hours and cooked ‘em for 40 minutos. We bought lemons and spices and garlic oh my. Everything we would need to make delicious hummus. Once we started spooning the chick peas into the blender and watched them spin around, without being blended, we realized that maybe this blender just didn’t have it in it. At first we thought the chickpeas were just very hot and that it was just steam coming out from the blender, but when we taste tested the clumpy concoction, we realized it was smoke. Oops.

Fortunately, we only used a small amount of chick peas to start so we only had one batch of delicious electrical fire tasting hummus to toss. BUT we weren’t about to give up. Our hummus addiction wouldn’t let us. So we had to think.

FIRST we tried to fork it. This worked for a small batch, but Jill’s arm grew tired and it took too long.
NEXT, Elana tried mashing with a wooden spoon, but the slippery little chick peas wouldn’t be mashed.
FINALLY, Elana and Nahuel found a good old fashioned mortar and pestle and got to smashing them old school. With a little oil and salt, we had something that resembled hummus and tastes like it too.

WEATHER
Floods. February is usually a rainy month here, which we were prepared for. What we were not prepared for, along with the rest of Buenos Aires, was that in one storm, it rained more than it usually does in the entire month of February combined. Two weeks later, there was another storm, just as bad as the first. There has been flooding, electrical problems, train delays and branches everywhere except on our street. Only a few blocks down from our house though, the flood waters got so high, people were wading home waist deep. Ick. The closest we came to having to deal with this was when the second storm started, we were eating lunch at our favorite restaurant and realized that the corner outside was underwater.

Summer is coming to an end and you can already feel it. Nights are getting a lot cooler and the days aren’t hitting temps in the high 80s like they were just last week. The days have been mid to high 70s with not as much humidity and very cool breezes. We've been able to wear pants lately, which is a nice change from the five skirts and tanktops we've been rotating through since we got here.

EARTHQUAKES
All of the earthquakes, first in Haiti, then Chile then Japan and now northern parts of Argentina are scaring us. But not because we are directly affected, just because we are paranoid. We’ve already looked up maps of all the fault lines in Argentina, Massachusetts and Pennsylvania and read instructions on how to prepare for an earthquake and what to do when you feel one. We’ve decided on our safe spot, just in case anyone was wondering…and you should too. Reports say that people felt some aftershocks and the quake from Chile and from Salta and Mendoza, Argentina in Buenos Aires, but we think that was only in the country. Buenos Aires is pretty big and we are on the far east coast, as far as you could possibly be from the epicenters.

Thanks to everyone who has been asking how are we are though.


On a much happier note, it is Purim! We looked up some different Jabad houses around our neighborhood and the rabbi from a Jabad in Palermo Soho emailed us back, so we decided to go. When we first arrived, we knew that we had the right place because there was a little boy standing outside in a suit and a kepah. Also, we’ve heard that the security at all things Jewish is really tight, so as soon as we started going up the steps, we were interrogated and needed to show IDs etc etc etc. But we still got in.

Well, we didn’t realize it was a Lubavitch( aka very religious) Jabad. We were walked to the woman’s side of the room and sat down in a small group of about 15 women, all who stared at us and we were instantly very grateful we had worn long skirts and sweaters. A woman named Rivkah walked over and introduced herself to us, in English and asked where we were from, what we were doing etc. Of course, she knows a family of Weinsteins in Pittsburgh, her son is at a yeshiva in New York and her husband studied in Morristown, New Jersey (where Elana’s brother currently is and we’re sure giddy at the fact we wound up at a Lubavitch Jabad)

We waited a while for the men to be done with the Shabbat services and Elana tried to explain what Purim services were like for her growing up to Jill. Hamantashen, Queen Esther costumes, noise makers, screaming at Haman’s name and lots of children running around. This was a little bit different, there were no cookies, much to our dismay, but we were given noisemakers (gregors) and saw one or two little Queen Esthers prancing around.

When the cantor began the reading of the Megillah (the Purim story), all in Hebrew ( we tried to read the translation in Spanish), everything got a bit more familiar feeling when everyone screamed and barked and meowed and shook their noise makers at Haman’s(the bad guy of Purim) name.

At the end of the reading, a nice girl sitting behind us told us, in English, that there was a party for young people at a different Jabad house that we should go to afterwards. We ended up not going (it was too far) but it was a very sweet invitation and reminded us how nice and welcoming Jewish communities are in any country.

One funny thing we noticed was that even though the Rabbi was speaking in Spanish, we could see an obvious universal quality in the way that he and probably all Rabbis speak.

On a side note, we don’t think Jill is as lactose intolerant as we thought. We think it might have been a few week long stomach bug of sorts. YAY!

There are lots of fun things coming up this week ( Jill’s birthday!) so hopefully we’ll have a lot more to write about next time!

Be safe! We love you all. Besossss

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Big Shiny Flower and us

Rolling down the river

We didn’t realize that we needed to get out of the city… until we got out of the city.
Last Saturday, we took a 50 minute train ride (1 peso each way) to a small town called Tigre. We spent the day sitting next to the river on a little island of grass, eating cheese and crackers, swatting away mosquitoes, watching our friend juggle and coming to realize that in a cruel twist of fate, Jill has suddenly become lactose intolerant- a very unfortunate development since the only Argentine specialties she can really enjoy are ice cream and cheese.
On a lighter note, we took a boat ride down and around the river and drifted by lots of cutsey and colorful river side houses and a surprising number of dogs on docks. A lot of Tigre, including the quaint summer houses on the river and markets full of wicker and wood reminded us of Cape Cod.

It was a very nice little escape from the city. Having to depend on the subway to get us to classes during rush hour (8:30) each morning was/is quickly beginning to take a toll on our fondness for the big city life (not saying we don’t like living in the city, BUT we are more than happy to be in a more neighborhoody area…)
Every morning, each subway car is literally bursting with people. Business men and women, students, children, babies, subway car vendors force their way into a car more than packed with people trying not to get their ribs poked or their pockets picked. If you are lucky enough( lucky is debatable) to squeeze your way in between someone’s rear end, a stroller and the sliding doors, you will spend the rest of the ride far too intimately pressed up against sweaty people you do not and do not want to know. The bright side of the lack of space is that if you can’t manage to find an empty spot on the railing to hold onto, there is NO chance of loosing your balance or even swaying back and forth because you can’t move.
BUT that’s enough complaining.
The moral of that was that it was nice to get away for an afternoon.


Side note: We just ate an Alfajor: a famous Argentine postre (dessert) which are commonly eaten for lunch…or breakfast…or as a snack. It has the basic structure of an oreo but is about the size of a ringding. The two cookies that make up the bulk of this deliciousness are the lovechild of cake, a biscuit and a cookie (sometimes there are 3 of them) and in between each cakeiscutookie is a thick layer of silky smooth dulce de leche.Sometimes the entire Alfajor is smothered in white or dark chocolate, other times it is dipped in a glaze and other times just rolled in sugar.MMMM


The other night while walking home from a mercado (which Jill learned today are frequently called “chinos” because they are all owned by Chinese immigrants who apparently get a sweet deal with the government if they open up their own mercado, the reason behind why they are on every corner) when we stopped in front of a bright yellow and purple painted building. We had seen the building before, but like most store fronts in the morning up until mid day, it is impossible to tell if it actually ever opens and if it does open what it could possibly be.

This particular building, at around 8 pm was blasting Middle Eastern music and dimly light with red and blue lights. We crossed the street to peek in and saw a group of women shaking their thangs dressed like Esmeralda.
BELLY DANCING CLASSES! (known as clases de Arabe ) We immediately walked in and picked up the class schedules and went back home to email the teacher for more information; the first class would be free!

So tonight, we went to our first clase de Arabe. After we walked into the studio, we were immediately handed our very own Esmeralda dance waist scarf jingly sarong type thing ( we will figure out the real name for this later) The class was all women, one or two looked our age but the majority was made up of middle aged women or older, all Argentinans who kissed us on the cheeks as they came in, as is the custom with every where you go and everyone you meet. The instructor’s name was Marcelo and he had Patrick Swayze hips, goddess like fluidity and could pop his chest like Ciara. The class was completely in Spanish (duh) but it was never a problem ( even for Jill), we just copied Marcelo's suave moves and watched ourselves shake it in the giant mirrors. We did excellently (or something along those lines, says Marcelo) for our first class and will most certainly be going back.
Only a few more months until we’ll be back in the states and auditioning for So You Think You Can Dance. Suck it, Shakira.

Also helping us on our path to dance SUPER stardom, we went to our first milonga the other night. A milonga is a tango dance lesson followed by the floor opening up for everyone, no matter your level or experience with tango, to dance until 2 am, on a weekday. There are milongas just about every night in every barrio (neighborhood) in the city. The one we went to was in one of the oldest and most historic neighborhoods in BA, San Telmo on a Tuesday night at 8:30. There were a surprising number of people considering it was weeknight and it only got more crowded by the time we were leaving at 1130 ish (we are clearly still not used to Buenos Aires timing)

Because we've never been to a milonga nor have we ever danced tango before, we didn't know it would be a mistake to wear flip flops. They say that high heels (tacones) are the easiest shoes to dance tango in and after our failed attempts at sliding backwards and keeping our balance in flip flops,we will have to invest in some heels if we want to go back, which we do.

We will have more to write tomorrow, but Jill has to study for her final exam en espanol!

Besitos

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Catching up...

Because we took so long to set up our blog, we feel we should dedicate a post to updating everyone about our first month (plus a week or two) that we've been here.
Well. we got here safely, just in case anyone was wondering...After getting off the plane, we were greeted by a newly established( 2 days prior to our arrival) $130 dollar fee to Americans entering the country...granted we won't have to pay this fee for another 10 years, and it's to even out the absurb costs Argentinians need to pay if they are lucky enough to get a Visa into the US...but STILL. Anyways, we were picked up at the airport by a lovely man named Angel who led us outside into the beautiful warm sunny summer day and drove us to Bayres, the bed and breakfast we stayed at for our first week.

Something we found out our first day here: People in Argentina do not like to work...they like to take long lunch breaks and never return to their businesses.They also sometimes don't like to open their stores on the weekends, or on Mondays, if they don't feel like working that day. You have to find this out by showing up and reading the "cerrado" sign on the door with the obviously wrong hours listed below it.

Skip to New Year's Eve--- Carlos, the owner of the b&b invited us to a New Year's Eve dinner that he was hosting for all of his tenants. At the dinner, where we were only able to eat lettuce garnish, fried potatos, ketchup and rolls we met people from Brazil, Colombia, Venezuela, Finland etc. Everyone was drinking wine and having conversations in spite of the fact that there were 4 different languages being spoken. We watched fireworks from a balcony: both in the distance and ones being lit 10 feet below us by some children on the street. At 2am, we watched the ball drop in NYC and started making plans to go out to a club, which doesn't open till 2:30 and doesn't get going till 3:30 or 4....we were very tired.

But we made it! To 6 am! And then we walked home in the daylight and went to bed until 3pm.


So, Carlos, the owner of the B&B and the most adorable little french bulldog named Fidel, yes after Castro, no he's not a dictator, offered to rent us an extra room in his apartment a few doors down from the B&B in a neighborhood called Palermo Hollywood. After realizing it would take a while to find an apartment on our own, we said YES! We've been in the same apartment since then, and live next to two Colombian boys, Sam and Nauhel who we met that night at New Years. and we love them.

We have a beautiful roof deck, air conditioning, we are within walking distance to everything we would need, a puppy who gives so many kisses and sometimes Fidel's papa, Bamboo comes to visit, AND we live with two of our best friends here who help us practice Spanish all we want...so we are in no rush to leave.

We got our TEFL certifications after 1 month of classes, where we met a lot of really great people who we still see and make sushi and crafts with. We are currently looking for jobs in a language institute of which there are many in Buenos Aires, so hopefully something will come along soon.

We are in our second week of Spanish classes now from 9-1 5 days a week and we frequent a asian inspired vegetarian restaurant just 2 blocks from our school just about every day:)

Thing we love.
-sunshine
-80 degree weather
-vegetarian tenedor libres (buffet)
-our new friends
-learning spanish
-Fidel(ito)
-our roof
-cute little cafes & restaurants everywhere
-art ferias

Things we need to get used to
-dog poop EVERYWHERE
-broken sidewalks
-people looking at us funny when we ask about iced coffee but will offer you ice with your wine
-las cucharachas
-the Argentinean accent
-nights that end at 6am
-people refusing to give you moneda -change( apparently there is a shortage)

So that's pretty much an update up until now. Later posts will be more specific and will include pictures!

Besitos

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Bienvenidos!

"You should start a blog!" everyone said as we packed our bags for Argentina.
"Well I guess so, we will be in a new country," replied Elana
"We won't have to send out the same email 50 times," thought Jill

We've been living in Buenos Aires for just over a month and neither a blog nor emails have been written.

Woopsie daisies...we've been distracted. But lucky for you, February is rainy season and we're all caught up on American Idol, so we figured it's time to blog.


This won’t be a typical blog, because we’re not "typical" girls. While most expats would brag about dancing at discotecas till 9 in the morning, the enormously sized cheap beers and the juiciest steaks they ever devoured for just 10 U$D, we won't be. Instead you’ll be hearing about vegetarian buffets, stray dogs and their droppings found around the city, drum circles, subtitles, cafes, fruit markets, our search for café frio (iced coffee), art ferias, girly craft get togethers, bilingual games of bullshit (the card game), strategies for dealing with machismo, graffiti and the weather.

In other words, WE are the vegetables at the Asado.

P.S: For all you gringos, an Asado is an Argentine BBQ where piles of assorted meats are plated up and served, a few kilos per person…