Well, I'm back in the Southern Hemisphere again. These hemispheres, let me tell you, they are very far apart. I started out yesterday morning in Madrid and a short 15 hours later, I arrived in Buenos Aires. Fifteen hours on an airplane wouldn't be so bad, really, if, for example, you were dead. However, since I am not currently dead, I found it somewhat horrendous. Also, my seat was broken. And I flew Air France, so my "in-flight entertainment" consisted of three movie choices: 1) "Casino Royale" (dubbed in French), 2) "Monsters, Inc." (dubbed in French), and 3) some movie about Edith Piaf (originally in French, so no dubbing was necessary). My French isn't very good, so I thought for at least 20 minutes that I was watching a French movie about Judy Garland.
Turns out Edith Piaf had kind of a rough life, as far as I can tell. I don't know how to say "addicted to intravenous painkillers" in French, but I think that's what happened to poor Edith. I still don't like her singing, though.
Of course with these overnight flights, you always land the next morning at some ungodly hour and of course your hotel room isn't ready because sane people are still in bed at that hour, including the people who are currently occupying your hotel room. So I spent the morning wandering around Buenos Aires in a half-asleep stupor. I stumbled my way into some kind of flea market where I found what might possibly be the world's largest selection of t-shirts featuring Homer Simpson dressed like Che Guevara. I almost bought one, but then I decided I would wait to see if I cound find one with Homer dressed like Eva Peron. That strikes me as classier.
So it turns out that the thing to do in Buenos Aires (if you are a tourist) is to go see a tango show. Tango is very big here. People are always tangoing. I saw people tangoing on the street, including a woman who was apparently tangoing all by herself. I am not sure if "tangoing" is really a verb, but it is here. So tomorrow, I will set off in search of some tango-related entertainment.
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Quelle coincidence! I watched "Casino Royale" in French on my last flight. The nice thing about James Bond is, you really don't need to comprehend more than one word in ten to be able to understand the movie. (I believe there was a woman with an expensive wardrobe and also a chase scene. And a casino.) The life of Edith Piaf - who I had no idea was a singer until I read your last post - might be harder to follow.
I had no idea it took 15 hours to get from Spain to Argentina. 8 hr 45 minutes is my current time-on-a-plane record, and I have absolutely no desire to break it. At least it isn't raining any more. (Or is it?) That's another thing I didn't know: that it really does rain in Spain!
I'm jealous. Reading your blog reminds me of how much my life sucks. We haven't had a real vacation in years (hanging out in Ponca City, OK doesn't count). We've been so worried about one or both of us getting laid off from GM that all we do is try to save money or pay off debt. Totally boring. PS. Loved the elephant story! Can't wait to see pictures!
Actually, I had really wanted to include Ponca City on my trip but there just wasn't time.
Quelle coincidence AGAIN...(I don't know how to say again in French). Peter and I just saw a wonderful French film called "Avenue Montaigne". In the film, they cooked pasta and drank wine, so we were thus inspired. so we ate our magificent quinoa pasta with spicy sauce and sliced romano cheese while drinking merlot,and we listed to Edith Piaf - on April 8, no less. how about that... :) miss you much, my friend. may you tango til the cows go home...(are there cows in Argentina?!)
Hey, despite my general ignorance of the outside world, here's something I actually know. There ARE cows in Argentina. Argentinian beef is supposed to be excellent. Not that I can recall ever eating any myself.
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