My last post about lovely lady Córdoba. A little sad. But, time to move on! I’ve already got plenty to write about for Buenos Aires. Here are the 7 best blog posts I never got around to writing.
A rare 7-in-one! (Dad, this is even better than a 5-in-one!)
I previously posted about street performers, like Eillen the juggler.
But, the mic was dropped when I saw fire jugglers. Look at how high he’s hurlin’ ‘em! He would often drop them though. Nothin’ like a little fire near fuel! Oh well, more danger, more pesos, I s’pose.
He had a dancing fire partner too.
Night Photography with the Nocturnal
I love shooting at night, especially from great heights. My roof was 13 stories up, and kinda sorta had 360 view of Nueva Córdoba. I loved the city at sunset. And I loved laughing at the crazy college kids stumbling in the streets after midnight.
One night I realized I was not alone up there. I recognized the flying patterns. Then, of course, the sounds. Bats. Lots of them. I suspect they perched right under the soffit of the building. I could only see them when they would dart out, and swoop near me. But, we had a respectful relationship. They didn't bother me and they added to the weird ambience up there.
A trendy restaurant / bar with awesome illustrative decor and stunning, affordable dishes. Also, the site of our Farewell Party, After-Party.
This topic deserves a whole blog post, but maybe I’ll post more pics to my Facebook later.
The last two nights in Córdoba, there were crazy lightning storms. But, they were far enough away and there was only a slight drizzle where I was at. Seemed unlikely I'd be zapped.
Shooting lightning is like fishing, or shooting meteors. You rarely ever get the big one. But, you never stop trying.
Multiple times, I was 2 seconds away from capturing Zeus’ best, but was either cleaning my lens, or resetting the exposure. It was an epic storm that I’ll remember my whole life.
Waffles One Love
Mmmm...gracias a mi profesora espanol Vicki for this recommendation! Waffles One Love: waffle sandwiches. Que rico! Once I learned how to convey “no mayonesa”, I was in heaven. “Dos One Loves, no salsa de verdeo, para llevar.”
I was meant to fall in love with this place. I even have a waffles 'remera azul claro'! Vicki would be proud.
My peaceful place was Parque Sarmiento. Music made me feel at home again. Argentineans are pretty fit people and on any given night, you’d find 50-100 runners and walkers at the Parque.
Fun little mental game to play while running: Translating song lyrics into Spanish. My marathoners, you may want to add this to your list. It might get you through 20 - 26!
And, on my block (the corner of Belgrano and San Luis) is a restaurant / bar called “Be Happy”.
Are they related? Is Bobby McFerrin a part owner of these fine establishments?
Do they even realize the cultural significance!?!?!
Or, is this just a Córdobean cultural coincidence?
Unsolved Mysteries: Argentinean Edition.