Spring began on September 21, which also happens to be Dia del Estudiante (Day of the Student) in Argentina. This is the way it is every year….the day doesn’t change with the week, this time it just happened to fall on Friday. What this means, is that students in the high school on up don’t have school so they can celebrate being young. Even the universities lock the doors on this day. To me, this just means that yet again, Argentina has found another reason to get drunk. All Argentina's students go to the park where they share maté and have picnics, and in our case, drink wine. Also, everyone buys their loved ones flowers. They were handing out flowers in the restaurants, bars, everywhere. It was a fun day.
Classy... I know.
This also means that yes, Argentina has found yet another random reason to celebrate. It’s a wonder why they just can’t seem to get things accomplished…why they’re chasing the United States.
I went salsa dancing that night. I'm not good at that :(At the bar, before dancing, with Michelle, Ashley and Andrés.
The following Monday, I went to see Bomba De tiempo. Bomba de Tiempo is a percussion group that gets together every week in Almagro (a shadier part of Buenos Aires) at the Konex center. It apparently has really cool shows, and this was definitely one of them. I had the opportunity to go with Flacso's art, music, theater group this past Monday, and it was nothing short of AMAZING! It was kind of like a drumline, but not….you could feel the heartbeat of the music. I ended up dancing, and doing a lot of people watching. We noticed many things:
1) The majority of the people there were smoking pot.
2) The majority of the people there were dancing African dances.
3) It looked like an X party.
4) The air was thick with pot and smoke.
5) Beer and wine was cheap.
6) My dad would have loved it... I definetly thought of you!!
It was a very interesting night! I wish that I had a camcorder to capture how it really was, but I don’t even know if that would have done this event justice.
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