2nd week of class and already a field trip???
Hola Amigos!
I know it’s been a really long time since I’ve posted anything on here so I’d just like to apologize for that first off. Last week was pretty hectic with everything getting finalized with classes, the internship, and whatnot, and on top of all that, I get sick for the first time down here. We’ll start out with the positives first though
Monday = DAY OFF! Yes, my first two weeks of classes were three day weeks. I may or may not get extremely spoiled down here and have a tough time adjusting back to five day weeks come second semester! I believe it was a day to honor San Martin, influential liberator of South America. I chose to spend my day off by sleeping in, eating a nice lunch, and walking to the park to enjoy the beautiful weather. Tuesday was our field trip to the main plaza in Cordoba with my Argentina History class. At this point, I’m sure you’re all wondering if this is seriously college right? Day off followed by a field trip? In case you were wondering, it was completely awesome and I think field trips should be reincorporated into college curriculum! We learned all about the history behind the layout of the plaza in colonial South America and the reasons behind the location of each of the buildings. Do you know why there are stairs to get up to the Cathedral? Fun fact for the day: the Cathedral was raised above ground level to show that it was where the most important power resided back in colonial times; this being in the Church. Here’s a cool pic Sarah took of the Cathedral one night so you can get a glimpse of just how beautiful it is:
All of the main events/necessary information in colonial times was distributed via bell towers. The bells would ring at all the important parts of the day, time to wake up, any emergencies, and time to go to bed. I wonder what happened if the person ringing the bell forgot one day…
The rest of the week was pretty low key, like the first part. I spent a lot of time enjoying the semi-warm weather as spring is just around the corner down here! Oh my! I almost forgot! Sarah and I decided to try the infamous panqueques con dulce de leche con helado this week. Here’s a pic of what it looks like and let me tell you, it’s like a little taste of heaven in every bite!
Also, it was that dreaded time of the year when you have to buy textbooks, so I made my final purchases at the end of the week. All of you in college/graduated from college/parents paying for their children’s books for college are going to hate the following math equation. $50AR + $68AR = $118AR. $118AR / 4 = $29.50 US. Yup. That’s how much I spent on books this semester
I would not mind spending that much next semester, or next year either, but I’m not going to hold my breath.
Friday morning was when I woke up with a stuffy nose and a throbbing head, just in time for the weekend. Nearly everyone in my group has been sick at least once while being here, some multiple times, and my family here seems to be perpetually ill, so I knew it was only a matter of time before I got the Argentinian bug that’s been going around. Luckily, I came prepared with some good old ibuprofen to counter act the headache and I was able to sleep a lot this past weekend to get over the cold without too much trouble. Look mom, I got better all on my own
This was just a quick update on last week! In the next day or two, I’ll tel y’all about my weekend and fill you in on how Argentinians celebrate birthdays because I did more than just lay in my bed sick all weekend! I hope all is well back home. Goodluck to everyone going back to school and welcome to all the Tommie Ambassadors moving into to campus today! Miss you all lots!
Chau Suerte!
Danny

While there, it is pretty much a requirement that you take epic photos. Google
You can decide on whether or not the frog became a prince 
After seeing all there was to see in Purmamarca, we hopped on the next bus back to Jujuy where we’d be able to catch a bus to Salta, Salta. No, I didn’t make a mistake for all of you who are OCD about grammar like me. Salta is a city in the province of Salta. We bought our tickets literally 4 minutes before the bus left Jujuy for Salta. If that’s not living on the edge…I don’t know what is =P When we got to Salta, we found a hostel and dropped off our stuff before heading to the gondola that takes you to the top of the mountain in Salta. We only bought a one way ticket up the mountain because we heard you could walk down after you see the view from up top. Here’s the view:
What they don’t tell you is that it probably takes a good three hours our so to walk down. However, this is where the mountain bikes come in! There was a mountain bike excursion company at the top of the mountain offering rides down the mountain. At first, they told us it was 60 pesos to go through the forest, down the mountain. We must have looked like poor college students because not too long after, the man asked how much we wanted to pay. Trying to be funny, I said zero, but I got lectured on how they need to live and this money pays for their livelihood; so much for Argentinians understanding American humor. He knocked the price down to 40 pesos because they had no business and we couldn’t refuse. Who passes up the opportunity to go mountain biking in Argentina for what works out to be $10 US? It was my first time ever mountain biking, and needless to say, I was pretty nervous when we got on the trail. The only questioned they asked us beforehand was if we knew how to ride a bike. Let me tell you, knowing how to ride a bike and knowing how to mountain bike are very different things. When I ride my bike, I’m typically not holding my brakes the entire time, riding next to a cliff, dodging trees, and dodging rocks. It was definitely an experience, and I loved every minute of it! I came close to falling a couple times, but I managed to hang on and make it down the mountain. Our guides were shocked that we had never mountain biked before, seeing as none of us fell or got clothes-lined by a tree. For dinner, we decided to look for a restaurant called Viejo Jack because Sarah has a guide book that says its a favorite of the locals. As we were walking down a sidewalk, we passed by a restaurant without a sign. We knew we were getting close so I tried to look to see if there was any indication of the name of the restaurant. Just as we began to start walking passed, a rather large man came out of the restaurant shouting, “Viejo Jack! Viejo Jack!” We nearly died laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. I know now why it is a local favorite. We got two platters of steak to share and it was hands down, the best steak of eaten in Argentina. The steaks were as big as the plate and boy oh BOY were they TASTY
La Plaza de Mayo is an infamous place in Buenos Aires not only because it houses La Casa Rosada, but also for its rich history. For those of you who don’t know Argentine history, which I’m assuming is quite a few of you, Argentine went through a rough period during the 1970′s. Many people were “disappeared” because the government thought they were subversives attempting to overthrow the government. As a result, the mothers of the those “disappeared” began gathering in La Plaza de Mayo every Thursday to demand that the government return their children. When the soldiers told them they couldn’t stand and protest, they began to circle the plaza and here is a picture of a memorial for
On a happier note, we stopped by to see an incredible monument/piece of art, a giant metal flower that opens at sunrise and closes at sunset. Here it is!
Another interesting thing we saw was el Cemetario Recoleta, which is like a city of dead people. Rather than having traditional holes in the ground with a tombstone for the dead, this cemetery had what appeared to be small houses. The architecture was really cool, but the overall atmosphere was kind of creepy. This manner of burial is extremely expensive, so it’s not very common that Argentinians bury their dead like this, but in the extremely wealthy families, it is an option. Here’s a pic of one of the “streets”
To conclude the morning, we ended with an all you can eat buffet. “Tenedor libre” is my new favorite phrase in Spanish because it means all you can eat
All of the neighborhood is painted crazy colors like these. Following La Boca, we returned to the hotel to relax a bit before going to see a tango performance. Sarah and I took this time to make a mass run to the cathedral in La Plaza de Mayo because we weren’t sure what our schedule was going to be like on Sunday. The mass was very nice, however it was a little distracting having tourists come in and take pictures when you’re trying to pray. We thought it was pretty cool though to say that we’ve been to mass in the cathedral in La Plaza de Mayo. That night was the tango show and all I can say is WOW. Sarah and I made a pact that we were going to learn the tango while down here, and the show just reinforced our desire to learn this incredible dance. It looks extremely difficult but completely awesome. The performance was spectacular and so was our dinner! I had a salad, followed by a hearty steak, and wrapped it all up with a brownie and ice cream. I apologize if you get hungry from reading this blog. I know I’m getting hungry writing it haha
How cute right??? One of the girls from our group had her birthday on Saturday, and seeing as the nights start so late here, we had to go out Friday night if we wanted to say we were going out for her birthday. We met up with our group after dinner and walked to a bar in downtown Cordoba. I think everyone from our group was a bit surprised when we heard the YMCA being played on the radio and people were dancing along. Honestly, I cannot say I’ve been to dance, or anywhere for that matter, where they have busted out the YMCA for people to get down. After downing some delicious milkshakes as well as Fanta, which is FANTASTIC here by the way, we decided to head to a boliche. Naturally, the search started around 2:30 in the morning, I mean, who doesn’t start their nights at 2:30? Because it was somebody’s birthday, we were able to all get in for free and dance our little hearts out. I couldn’t refrain from breaking out some extremely retro-lacking-dancing-ability-white-boy dance moves, and they were well received by our Argentinian friends. Who knows, maybe I’ll start the next dance craze down here like the Cha-Cha slide or the Macarena? I finally made it back home at 5:30 in the morning, and it took me about two seconds to fall asleep haha