After partying with several blocos for about a week straight it was time to head to the countryside and get some much needed R&R to recharge our batteries. After all, we will be traveling to Rio soon and I’m sure we’ll need all the energy we can get.
NOTE: This post was created after having my laptop stolen in Mendoza. So the photos and details are sparse.
Last year it was decided that we would all rendezvous in Brazil for Carnival. Instead of attending the big non-participatory parade in Rio, we wanted to get a much more “hands-on” experience, so we headed to Recife and the smaller town of Olinda to get our capoeira on. Here’s a small snapshot of the Carnival-Chaos. It’s going to a lot to top this experience.
NOTE: This post was created after having my laptop stolen in Mendoza. So the photos and details are sparse.
The next time you find yourself in Buenos Aires, run, don’t walk over to the La Ventana Tango show. It’s AWESOME!
NOTE: This post was created after having my laptop stolen in Mendoza. So the photos and details are sparse.
Here are a few shots from Mendoza that represent how I feel after my loss.
NOTE: This post was created after having my laptop stolen in Mendoza. So the photos and details are sparse.
A couple random thoughts about Argentina.
In keeping with my tradition of taking it upon myself to alter an entire countries flag, I thought I would go ahead and give Argentina a new slogan:
“Argentina; It’s amazing no one gets killed driving here!”
I think they are trying to be a “green country” and save on electricity by not installing any traffic signals. Cars will just drive down perpedicular streets, and somehow, someway one of the cars will know to stop and give way to the other. I have yet to figure it out, but until I do I’ll be clutching to my seatbelt. It’s pure pandemonium!
Which brings me to my next thought, er rather made-up-word: PanJamonIum. That’s all they eat here. Pan & Jamon (aka Bread and Ham). So I’ve coined the new word of panjamonium. Notify Webster.
They also eat Dulce De Leche on their pan. Which is quite delicious. And it’s laced with sugar which is probably why I’m still awake on this 14 hour bus ride from Mendoza to Buenous Aires. That and the fact that it’s about 38 degrees celcius here. For those of you on the Farenheit scale, just know that 38 degrees is REALLY friggin hot! How hot is it? It’s so hot that in about 6 more degrees you could turn ham into bacon. I guess you could say it’s 6 degrees of seperation between Jamon and Kevin Bacon.
Don’t forget to tip your waitress. I’ll be here all night. Sweating.