On Thursday, Sari (my friend from Michigan) and I went on a graffiti tour, which was SO cool/informative/interesting. We actually learned a lot about the difference between street art and graffiti and also about how street art isn't perceived as deviant, criminal behavior here. The street art movement of Buenos Aires started, not with the intention of getting attention or marking territory, but with the intention of just making the neighborhood look nicer and more cheerful. We learned a lot about the different street artists and their different styles and got shown a lot of really awesome places around the city that I probably never would have found. We also ended up in a really cool bar --Post Bar-- that I want to go back to/ become a regular at. The inside is completely covered in stencils and drawings, and the rooftop terrace is a collaboration of all the different artists' styles. WE CAN GO THERE IF YOU VISIT ME :)
|Rooftop terrace of Post Bar|
|"Porque pintar es lindo" = Because painting is nice/pretty|
|one of the many stencils inside Post Bar -- SQUINTS!|
On Friday, we went to La Feria del Libro (Book Festival), which is a ginormous festival with a bunch of different sections with books from different companies and/or regions of the world. It was kind of like the book version of "It's a Small World." We were only there for about an hour so I might go back again to see the rest of what I didn't get to.
That night, we went to the dwelling of a beautiful Frenchman where he and a Peruvian taught us how to make empanadas. 3 Americans + 1 French + 1 Peruvian = delicious empanadas! No Argentines required. I had to leave early though because I HAVE A PORTEÑA FRIEND (from one of my classes) and she and I had plans to go out. It was her friend's birthday and a big group of her friends and I took a bus to what felt like the ends of the earth to wait in line outside of a boliche in the wind for 30 minutes only to have my CA driver's license rejected at the door for no good reason. Entonces, mi amiga, her friend, and I took a cab back towards civilization and spent the rest of the night at a bar with some of her other friends. I was suuuuper awkward at first (probably due to my sobriety and the fact that I knew no one besides her), but after a while/adrinkortwo I was fine and ended up having a pretty good conversation with one of her friends.
Nothing of importance happened Saturday.
Today, Sunday, I had lunch with my extended host family, where I watched the grandsons crack open a giant chocolate egg, devour said egg, and leave the toy inside to their father for assembling. Then I went to the Teatro Colon to watch a ballet. The theatre is huge and beautiful, and the ballet made us feel very cultured.