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One thing I take for granted in America is the fact that I am noticed. What I mean is, in America I have the privilege of  seeing people who share my skin color and hair texture in the media everyday. I can list a slew of black actors and actresses and radio personal. Heck, the president and I share the same skin tone!

However, in Argentina I felt lost. I looked at ads and passed newspaper stands slowly hoping to see a black face on at least one cover. At least a beautiful Indigenous person, but never was I satisfied.

When I saw the above ad I thought about the many pictures circulating in America that are set up the same way- 5 close up shots- but it is set up to show diversity of some sort. Not just 5 white men.

I didn’t like that there was very little diversity in Argentina. Very Little.

Cafe Tortoni

Lilly

 

We slowed down for coffee at the famous Cafe Tortoni. It is like a museum with historic artifacts, painting and statues of famous Argentine people.  The building and interior design are old but well kept. You feel like you are in another time period just sitting there.

I ordered tea and lemon meringue pie. The pie was pretty to look at but did not match up with Mother Mack’s pie.

When I was a little girl, I used to buy lemon meringue pie from an old mother at my church named Mother Mack. When she died, I always wondered who would take her place. I haven’t found anyone yet. Not even in Argentina!