La LL
Generally Delightful
Gonna be a while until I start writing about Barcelona again as I'm in Argentina at the moment.
Beautiful country with great people. Figured we needed a thread on it, given the popularity of and interest in our Argentine players.
Argentina
Buenos Aires - Good Winds
Buenos Aires is a very different kind of big city when you compare it to European cities. The city is rife with a mix of Roman-esque, Greek, Gothic and Colonial architecture although the immersion and beauty is often abruptedly ruined by the evident urban decay and the huge slums on the outskirts. After a while it gets a big exhausting looking at a majestic opera theater or government buildings with greek inspired facades and right next to it is a grey concrete building looking like it had been neglected for over 30 years, with no window frames (or even windows) and with 20 some antennas stuffed on the roof. These kind of buildings look like big grey milk cartons but with flat roofs. A six story building even collapsed on the day I arrived, a few feet from my hotel. Don't know the whole story behind it, think it was the foundation... but it's a pretty big deal and on all the news channels. Aside from this, the city really has it's own kind of charm. Avernida del Libertador cuts through the northern neighbourhood of Palermo. I believe it is actually the widest road in the whole world. It takes around 5 minutes to cross and you're bound to wait for the green light at least once. Lots of gnarled trees line the avenue, many of which I was completely oblivious to when it came to the type of tree. In the middle of it is a huge obelisk. I didn't get what it commemorates but it's probably important.
It has to be said that Argentina is probably the country furthest from my imagination. I had no idea how it looked, in terms of climate or natural enviroment until I got here. And even then, how I pictured the country was put to shame.
Anyway, one thing that stands out in Buenos Aires (and the rest of Argentina) is how much the people here love the color blue and skyblue. The Argentinian flag is everywhere. You can sense that the patriotism might even be at the same height as that which is found in the US. Throughout the whole city, there's at least something blue, whether it's giant billboards, neonlights, windows or even the color of the buildings themselves. On my way from the airport I noticed that the slums had a lot of grafiti: Almost all of it in blue and yellow, dedicated to Boca Juniors. People here really love football. What a surprise. Most of the people I actually talked to were upper class. It seems that River Plate (notorious rivals of Boca Juniors) is very popular amongst these people. Too bad they got relegated.
The following days after my arrival I visited the main street, full of street muscicians and what not. Even got myself an authentic Argentinian jersey. I even went on a little trip up the Tigre river. Stuff I didn't actually get to visit but only saw from the bus include the huge metallic flower thing (an absolutely massive metal colored flower which opens and closes morning and night through some mechanical marvel, almost at the speed of a real flower... really really slow.) and the Japanese gardens. There was also a park which I was told was over twice the size of Barcelona city. That's one big park. On sunny days the Argentinians love to slumber, sunbathe or play around in parks so it was a joy to see.
Besides this I managed to visit the La Boca neighborhood but not the stadium for some obscure reason (La Bombonera, "the cookie jar"). A very interesting part of Buenos Aires, Boca has lots of small colorful houses and buildings, all painted in pink, blue, yellow and all the brightest colors imaginable. It's a place full of art and a haven for tourists and tourist traps alike. On balconies and staircases are funny caricatures and figures (all of which look like they are made of paper-mache but probably not) of Evita Perón and our very own and beloved Diego Maradona. I found some cool street art of him which I will post later. Besides this, Boca is full of small shops, bars and restaurants, basketball/football courts, paintings, plaques and grafiti. If anyone has visited my native Denmark and experienced Christiania (a small anarchist hippie neighborhood in Copenhagen where the sale of maurihuana is legally sold at stands out in the open, due the government's inability to reconquor it from the hippies and their vast hordes of supporters) they would definitely recognise several elements, including the colorful houses and radical leftist elements that seep through the street, like an invisible fog.
I also visited Plaza de Mayo where Casa Rosada, seat of the government, lies (the pink house, Argentinian equivalent to the White House). In the middle of the Plaza is the May Pyramid, a smaller obelisk (of which I guess there are a lot) honoring the 1810 May Revolution that led to Argentina's independence from Spain. Lots of other important governmental and historical buildings surround the Plaza but one that caught my interest in particular was The Cathedral of Buenos Aires. It looks nothing like your average Catholic cathedral. Rather the exterior looks like an exact copy of an ancient Greek Temple. Inside however, it does look like a Catholic cathedral.
I've never been much of a believer. Maybe I believed a bit when I was a kid or maybe I just needed someone to blame for bad things and who better to take that blame than the man in the sky? I don't know if my lack of faith can be blamed on the horribly boring churches back home, the general consensus amongst Danish people that being Christian is little better than believing in fairy tales or the strictly scientific upbringing my dad gave me. Maybe it's a combination. Now that I'm older I'm starting to appreciate religion more and I tend to wave away the anti-religious people. Still, I don't get it and I fear I never will. At least not the spiritual aspects of it which I do believe genuinely help people in life and promotes generosity and kindness. The Catholic Church in particular has always caught my interest. Opposed to the old boring chalk churches we got in the Protestant north, Catholic churches are meant to inspire undoubted respect in the divine, submitting to God and accepting the insignificance of your life compared to the grandness of universal truth. Remembering my days of sitting on those old hard benches in my local church, I'm sure I would have paid a lot more interest if it had been designed with such glorious detail. But no, protestantism is purely spiritual and not for show I guess. If you were lucky, your local church had a painting on the bleak walls or the crucified Jesus had some color left in his cheeks.
Not like here. I could probably spend hours gazing up at the ceilling, the pillars, the gold, the red, the angels. A particular series of paintings peaked my interest, all hanging on the walls around the benches and the altar.
They depicted the suffering of Jesus in chronological order (the Passion I believe): Jesus gets sentenced. Jesus gets shown off to the public by Pontius Pilate. Jesus gets a cross. Jesus carries the cross. Jesus falls under the weight of the cross. Jesus carries the cross. Jesus falls under the cross. Jesus carries the cross again. Jesus falls under the cross again and gets spearéd in the side by a roman soldier. Jesus prays. Jesus gets nailed to the cross. Jesus dies. Jesus resurrected.
I don't know if it's a universal Catholic thing but I did stumble across the same sequence of paintings in a cathedral in the Flores neighbourhood. At least I think it was Flores, not sure.
Anyway, back to the Cathedral in Plaza de Mayo. I stumbled across a burial hall in the church, protected by two ceremonially dressed honorguards. Turned out that in the magnificent grave-monumental, full of angels, memorial plaques and draped in Argentinian flags, lay none other than José de San Martin. A great Argentina general throughout most of his career, master tactician, liberator of Chile, Argentina and Peru from the Spanish Empire and one of the great Libertadores of South America. If there is one thing I know about South Americans, more than their love of football, it's this: The Libertadores are the absolute heroes of the continent, revered almost anywhere in South America. The two greatest of these were San Martin and of course, Simon Bolivar. The Founding Fathers of the U.S you say? They aint got nothing on the Libertadores, at least not when it comes to public reverence.
After coming back out from the cathedral, I noticed a series of banners plastered across the gates of the Casa Rosada. I don't remember the exact words on them in Spanish, but in English most of it translates into "Mothers always here" and "Justice for the mothers". This is a reference to the widowed and childless mothers who protested here in silence and grief for years on end during the last dictatorship of Argentina. Like most South American countries, Argentina has seen its fair share of brutal military dictatorships. The last ones were the regimes of General Videla and later General Viola. Videla started the infamous Dirty War: A war against his political enemies, leftist and in general just unwanted people. His rule saw numerous executions, concentration camps and over 10.000 "disappearences". An Argentine girl I talked to even told me that her mother had to have bodyguards on her way to school in the 80'ies to prevent accidental kidnappings of inoccent non-aligned people like her.
Many of these were put on planes out over the Atlantic and shoved into the sea and a watery grave. Many of those who disappeared were the sons of the aforementioned mothers. It's still a controversial topic here as the mothers just wanted to know what happened to their sons. They never got the answers and even now almost 30 years later, they still haven't been told. I guess all the documents detailing the disappearances have been destroyed. Thankfully, those days are over but the painful memories persist. The mothers have stopped their march for justice but haven't got what they wanted.
That's Buenos Aires for you. Really a great city throughout and so much more than the grey concrete buildings that initially greet you. It is also a very comfortable city to walk around in. If you're European or American you might've heard some negative things about big cities in South America. Put those rumours to rest in the case of Buenos Aires. I felt very safe walking around in the city and never felt the slightest bit uncomfortable with my surroundings or the people on the streets. The only other big city I've been to on this continent was Sao Paolo in Brazil some years ago. Now that was sketchy, gotta say. A vast concrete labyrinth full of scary neighbourhoods you just didn't want to visit. The shopping malls even had to have over 50 armed guards there and even then you felt nervous walking around. Nothing like Buenos Aires though. Thankfully.
I'll update the thread with pictures in a couple of days and I'll write an update detailing cuisine, the people, culture and history of Argentina. I will also write about the region I am staying in at the moment: The idyllic and stunning scenery of Patagonia in southern Argentina. Oh and football. Of course I gotta discuss football.
Beautiful country with great people. Figured we needed a thread on it, given the popularity of and interest in our Argentine players.
Argentina
Buenos Aires - Good Winds
Buenos Aires is a very different kind of big city when you compare it to European cities. The city is rife with a mix of Roman-esque, Greek, Gothic and Colonial architecture although the immersion and beauty is often abruptedly ruined by the evident urban decay and the huge slums on the outskirts. After a while it gets a big exhausting looking at a majestic opera theater or government buildings with greek inspired facades and right next to it is a grey concrete building looking like it had been neglected for over 30 years, with no window frames (or even windows) and with 20 some antennas stuffed on the roof. These kind of buildings look like big grey milk cartons but with flat roofs. A six story building even collapsed on the day I arrived, a few feet from my hotel. Don't know the whole story behind it, think it was the foundation... but it's a pretty big deal and on all the news channels. Aside from this, the city really has it's own kind of charm. Avernida del Libertador cuts through the northern neighbourhood of Palermo. I believe it is actually the widest road in the whole world. It takes around 5 minutes to cross and you're bound to wait for the green light at least once. Lots of gnarled trees line the avenue, many of which I was completely oblivious to when it came to the type of tree. In the middle of it is a huge obelisk. I didn't get what it commemorates but it's probably important.
It has to be said that Argentina is probably the country furthest from my imagination. I had no idea how it looked, in terms of climate or natural enviroment until I got here. And even then, how I pictured the country was put to shame.
Anyway, one thing that stands out in Buenos Aires (and the rest of Argentina) is how much the people here love the color blue and skyblue. The Argentinian flag is everywhere. You can sense that the patriotism might even be at the same height as that which is found in the US. Throughout the whole city, there's at least something blue, whether it's giant billboards, neonlights, windows or even the color of the buildings themselves. On my way from the airport I noticed that the slums had a lot of grafiti: Almost all of it in blue and yellow, dedicated to Boca Juniors. People here really love football. What a surprise. Most of the people I actually talked to were upper class. It seems that River Plate (notorious rivals of Boca Juniors) is very popular amongst these people. Too bad they got relegated.
The following days after my arrival I visited the main street, full of street muscicians and what not. Even got myself an authentic Argentinian jersey. I even went on a little trip up the Tigre river. Stuff I didn't actually get to visit but only saw from the bus include the huge metallic flower thing (an absolutely massive metal colored flower which opens and closes morning and night through some mechanical marvel, almost at the speed of a real flower... really really slow.) and the Japanese gardens. There was also a park which I was told was over twice the size of Barcelona city. That's one big park. On sunny days the Argentinians love to slumber, sunbathe or play around in parks so it was a joy to see.
Besides this I managed to visit the La Boca neighborhood but not the stadium for some obscure reason (La Bombonera, "the cookie jar"). A very interesting part of Buenos Aires, Boca has lots of small colorful houses and buildings, all painted in pink, blue, yellow and all the brightest colors imaginable. It's a place full of art and a haven for tourists and tourist traps alike. On balconies and staircases are funny caricatures and figures (all of which look like they are made of paper-mache but probably not) of Evita Perón and our very own and beloved Diego Maradona. I found some cool street art of him which I will post later. Besides this, Boca is full of small shops, bars and restaurants, basketball/football courts, paintings, plaques and grafiti. If anyone has visited my native Denmark and experienced Christiania (a small anarchist hippie neighborhood in Copenhagen where the sale of maurihuana is legally sold at stands out in the open, due the government's inability to reconquor it from the hippies and their vast hordes of supporters) they would definitely recognise several elements, including the colorful houses and radical leftist elements that seep through the street, like an invisible fog.
I also visited Plaza de Mayo where Casa Rosada, seat of the government, lies (the pink house, Argentinian equivalent to the White House). In the middle of the Plaza is the May Pyramid, a smaller obelisk (of which I guess there are a lot) honoring the 1810 May Revolution that led to Argentina's independence from Spain. Lots of other important governmental and historical buildings surround the Plaza but one that caught my interest in particular was The Cathedral of Buenos Aires. It looks nothing like your average Catholic cathedral. Rather the exterior looks like an exact copy of an ancient Greek Temple. Inside however, it does look like a Catholic cathedral.
I've never been much of a believer. Maybe I believed a bit when I was a kid or maybe I just needed someone to blame for bad things and who better to take that blame than the man in the sky? I don't know if my lack of faith can be blamed on the horribly boring churches back home, the general consensus amongst Danish people that being Christian is little better than believing in fairy tales or the strictly scientific upbringing my dad gave me. Maybe it's a combination. Now that I'm older I'm starting to appreciate religion more and I tend to wave away the anti-religious people. Still, I don't get it and I fear I never will. At least not the spiritual aspects of it which I do believe genuinely help people in life and promotes generosity and kindness. The Catholic Church in particular has always caught my interest. Opposed to the old boring chalk churches we got in the Protestant north, Catholic churches are meant to inspire undoubted respect in the divine, submitting to God and accepting the insignificance of your life compared to the grandness of universal truth. Remembering my days of sitting on those old hard benches in my local church, I'm sure I would have paid a lot more interest if it had been designed with such glorious detail. But no, protestantism is purely spiritual and not for show I guess. If you were lucky, your local church had a painting on the bleak walls or the crucified Jesus had some color left in his cheeks.
Not like here. I could probably spend hours gazing up at the ceilling, the pillars, the gold, the red, the angels. A particular series of paintings peaked my interest, all hanging on the walls around the benches and the altar.
They depicted the suffering of Jesus in chronological order (the Passion I believe): Jesus gets sentenced. Jesus gets shown off to the public by Pontius Pilate. Jesus gets a cross. Jesus carries the cross. Jesus falls under the weight of the cross. Jesus carries the cross. Jesus falls under the cross. Jesus carries the cross again. Jesus falls under the cross again and gets spearéd in the side by a roman soldier. Jesus prays. Jesus gets nailed to the cross. Jesus dies. Jesus resurrected.
I don't know if it's a universal Catholic thing but I did stumble across the same sequence of paintings in a cathedral in the Flores neighbourhood. At least I think it was Flores, not sure.
Anyway, back to the Cathedral in Plaza de Mayo. I stumbled across a burial hall in the church, protected by two ceremonially dressed honorguards. Turned out that in the magnificent grave-monumental, full of angels, memorial plaques and draped in Argentinian flags, lay none other than José de San Martin. A great Argentina general throughout most of his career, master tactician, liberator of Chile, Argentina and Peru from the Spanish Empire and one of the great Libertadores of South America. If there is one thing I know about South Americans, more than their love of football, it's this: The Libertadores are the absolute heroes of the continent, revered almost anywhere in South America. The two greatest of these were San Martin and of course, Simon Bolivar. The Founding Fathers of the U.S you say? They aint got nothing on the Libertadores, at least not when it comes to public reverence.
After coming back out from the cathedral, I noticed a series of banners plastered across the gates of the Casa Rosada. I don't remember the exact words on them in Spanish, but in English most of it translates into "Mothers always here" and "Justice for the mothers". This is a reference to the widowed and childless mothers who protested here in silence and grief for years on end during the last dictatorship of Argentina. Like most South American countries, Argentina has seen its fair share of brutal military dictatorships. The last ones were the regimes of General Videla and later General Viola. Videla started the infamous Dirty War: A war against his political enemies, leftist and in general just unwanted people. His rule saw numerous executions, concentration camps and over 10.000 "disappearences". An Argentine girl I talked to even told me that her mother had to have bodyguards on her way to school in the 80'ies to prevent accidental kidnappings of inoccent non-aligned people like her.
Many of these were put on planes out over the Atlantic and shoved into the sea and a watery grave. Many of those who disappeared were the sons of the aforementioned mothers. It's still a controversial topic here as the mothers just wanted to know what happened to their sons. They never got the answers and even now almost 30 years later, they still haven't been told. I guess all the documents detailing the disappearances have been destroyed. Thankfully, those days are over but the painful memories persist. The mothers have stopped their march for justice but haven't got what they wanted.
That's Buenos Aires for you. Really a great city throughout and so much more than the grey concrete buildings that initially greet you. It is also a very comfortable city to walk around in. If you're European or American you might've heard some negative things about big cities in South America. Put those rumours to rest in the case of Buenos Aires. I felt very safe walking around in the city and never felt the slightest bit uncomfortable with my surroundings or the people on the streets. The only other big city I've been to on this continent was Sao Paolo in Brazil some years ago. Now that was sketchy, gotta say. A vast concrete labyrinth full of scary neighbourhoods you just didn't want to visit. The shopping malls even had to have over 50 armed guards there and even then you felt nervous walking around. Nothing like Buenos Aires though. Thankfully.
I'll update the thread with pictures in a couple of days and I'll write an update detailing cuisine, the people, culture and history of Argentina. I will also write about the region I am staying in at the moment: The idyllic and stunning scenery of Patagonia in southern Argentina. Oh and football. Of course I gotta discuss football.
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