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Street Magic on Calle Florida (Florida St.)

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Street Magic

Calle Florida is a famous tourist shopping drag. This is where I brought sweaters for my best friends and chic clothing for myself. This is also where I ate the best pizza I ever had!

Every time we went, there was a lot going on. This photo was taken on a Sunday. This magician carried all of his supplies, set up ambiance really quickly and tricked all who wanted to be tricked!

I also saw tango dancers, marionettist, and singers. Calle Florida was constantly alive with a spirit of hustling…. if that can be a spirit.

The greatest hustlers were  the people who weaved in and out of the crowd saying ‘cambio?, cambio?’. I learned what cambio meant just from walking down Calle Flordia. Dr. Anderson had warned us not to give any of them our money to change.

At MALBA

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At MALBA

I am standing in front of the museum with a classmate of mine, Juan.

I was happy that he was willing to go to the museum with me. This was our last day in Argentina. We were granted only one day of free time in Argentina but had to go where our professor suggested. We were the only two who wanted to go to the museum. Being that I don’t speak much spanish, I was greatful that he wanted to go too!

La Boca, Argentina

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La Boca, Argentina

I enjoyed La Boca because of its colorful structure. The barrio is a historic district that contains many colorful buildings and creative vendors. La Boca reflects the 1800’s and give reverence to the past. The homes show how the European Immigrants used to live when they first arrived in Argentina.. Some buildings are weak and dilapidated thus they don’t have entrances…at least not any that I noticed.  It’s like an outside museum.

One of my classmates is taking this picture of me. We are on a weak stairwell that leads to a balcony that is very dangerous…but you wouldn’t know that by looking at the photo.

 

Fancy Bench

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MALBA

I am at the Museo de Arte Latinoamericano de Buenos Aires with my classmate Juan. The bench is a decorative piece of work. The bench continues to grow along the side of the wall and down the ceiling. When you walk into the museo, you see the strips of the bench but you don’t know what it is, unitl you walk up the steps.

Journal Entry from Argentina

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Lilly

 

 

Today, a day of thanksgiving por mi. I woke up and prayed. I thank God and continued to thank him all day.

The house in Palermo that we are staying at is simply beautiful! It’s built with European and South American influences. I love it. We arrived early this morning. (I learned from our tour guide that this type of house is called Casa Chorizo).

While getting ready for bed the power went out. I was the only one in my room not in bed. I was in the bathroom trying to take a wash up. I manged.

This Palermo house has the outside within the inside. So, it’s cold in the hallways.

We visited- after walking and going to a restaurant for brunch- the Plaza de Mayo area like the Casa Rosada, Metropolitan Cathedral and the Bardo Palace and Manzana De Las Luces. We also took a walk through Puerto Malero Via Puente De La Mujer (The Docks).

At each place I tried to treat it as a learning experience. I looked at each image as if I would never see it again.

The Casa Rosada was where we met our group tour the college had hired. I forgot her name. She was white and seemed American… She didn’t know much of her history and didn’t hesitate to tell us. Much of the questions went unanswered and I stopped diverting my attention to her.

I diverted my attention to a young Chilean lady named Sofia who explained to me in English a beautiful work of art of an indigenous women, Bartolina Sisa, who, like her husband was killed as activist. They fought for the civil liberties for their people. She also told me of Don Evo Morales Ayma, the first Indian president of Boliva, both whom I already blogged about. 

I find myself trying to appreciate Argentina but I need to catch up on the readings!

 

 

Cazona De Flores

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Cazona De Flores

 

Today we went to a lecture by Ezequiel Adamovsky. (nice name right?)

The place where we went is called La Cazona De Flores and while I don’t understand fully why it’s so significant I do know that  it is where a lot of learning takes place and many educators such as writers and authors give speeches there.

To welcome us into the place was an anthropologist named Nicolas Fernadez. He sat us down and told us a little history about La Cazona De Flores. It was an upper class house full of paintings owned by a rich family. However,  when the city begin to grow, the neighborhood swallowed up the smaller rich neighborhood.

Now it’s an open space used for studies.  He told us that It connects study courses with employment. I guess that’s the equivalent to an internship. “The house has achieved prestige among the intellectuals, he commented, and the neighborhood of Flores is associated with Afro-Argentine families.”  I think this means a lot, but currently I am not sure why I think this.

Fernadez switched the topic to race in Argentina and I jotted down some of his quotes that I thought were intriguing:

The meaning of race has been a challenged  myth of the country since the beginning

The problem with the stereotypes is not that they are false but incomplete.

Education and violence is what constructed the nation and the false ideas that race doesn’t exist 

If you want to evolve, leave your ethnicities behind

The difference is the resistance of the people and how change comes (his comment in regards to other nations and their response to inequalities)

During the discussion, we spoke about how the government is in control of maintaining the history of Argentina and telling the history of Argentina. He then showed us the 100 peso. There are currently two circulating. One of them, the older one, has the father of the disappearance on it, Julio Argentino Roca (we spoke a little bit about him at the Recoleta Cemetery) and the other peso has Maria Eva Duarte De Peron picture’s on it.