Room 213 Soda Estereo
A statue of El Quijote welcomed me to Buenos Aires. The room in the hostel I stayed in was named after my favorite Argentinian band (Soda Estereo) and this was a good omen for my roommates and the time I was to have in this city...
The city's museums where impressive. This painting by Benito Quinquela Martin really struck me as beautiful. The color and social justice subject matter were aspects that I really loved.
Then there was the Modigliani. There is something beautiful about the mask-like faces he paints which draw me to his paintings. Since he died young, his painting are rare. I came to Buenos Aires for tango and Borges but it held fun surprises!
As I mentioned earlier, hostels can go either way but the inhabitants of Room 213 Soda Estereo were an awesome crew.
Even as the crew changed over my 11 days in Buenos Aires, the vibe was cool. Here we were in Cafe Tortoni where Borges used to write!
Traveling love... here is a couple made up of a French woman who loved to Tango who moved to Buenos Aires to dance and an Argentinian man who didn't like tango! Love? Who knows what path it will take...
You can't spend a week in Buenos Aires without coming across a worker's protest.
And of course, there is Evita's grave. Argentina does cry for her :-)
The city's museums where impressive. This painting by Benito Quinquela Martin really struck me as beautiful. The color and social justice subject matter were aspects that I really loved.
Then there was the Modigliani. There is something beautiful about the mask-like faces he paints which draw me to his paintings. Since he died young, his painting are rare. I came to Buenos Aires for tango and Borges but it held fun surprises!
As I mentioned earlier, hostels can go either way but the inhabitants of Room 213 Soda Estereo were an awesome crew.
Even as the crew changed over my 11 days in Buenos Aires, the vibe was cool. Here we were in Cafe Tortoni where Borges used to write!
Traveling love... here is a couple made up of a French woman who loved to Tango who moved to Buenos Aires to dance and an Argentinian man who didn't like tango! Love? Who knows what path it will take...
You can't spend a week in Buenos Aires without coming across a worker's protest.
And of course, there is Evita's grave. Argentina does cry for her :-)
5 Comments:
Hola querida Natascha,
Pienso que la fotos son mas interesantes cuando hay chicas bonitas pero debo pensar en mis amigas tambien. En el futuro, voy a tratar de incluir fotos con hombres guapos :-)
En Buenos Aires, MST es el Movimiento Socialista de los Trabajadores, diferentes palabras pero la misma idea que el MST Brazil.
De Musica Ligera, es mi cancion favorita de Soda Estereo. La tocaron en el concierto de Shakira al que fui!
Gracias por leer mi blog, me alegra saber que lo estas leyendo.
Con cariƱo,
Angel
Argentina is incredible! It helped Casey and I get over our love affair with New Zealand (though we still have feelings for one another). Thanks for taking the time to keep us posted.
Hi Karen, this only the first of three entries for Buenos Aires, the next two are "dancing" and "Cafes and Bookstores". I agree with you and Casey, I love Argentina.
Hi Natascha, I am now in Bolivia without even having put photos up of El Salar de Uyuni or Potosi! I'll get to it, at least I just put up text for Salvador which has a strong reference to you :-)
Angel,
Somehow you need to generate a map with a flashing red dot to show us your current location. A winding line overlapping your trail would be even better. It will make it easier for Molly to grasp your on-going adventure.
Happy holidays where ever you are.
wcc
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