I bet you have never seen a title that intrigued you so much. Surely not. At least not today.
Fourth of July brought all the yanquis out to the yard in BA. By the yard I mean Magdalena’s Party and Sugar, two bars in Palermo where all you heard was a lot of people shouting in English.
I call this photo below “Fernet and Cake.” The cake, before it was consumed by about 10 ravenous college students, had a flag created with strawberries and blueberries. The Fernet and coke adds a special flair, I feel.
As far as sandwiches/wraps/things with carbs and yummyness in between them, I could not believe I had never made it into El Banco Rojo before. So last Sunday, dressed in my Lululemon best, I cruised in there at around 4 PM for lunch and found myself surrounded by a lot of men drinking beer and eating their shawarmas like beasts.
Latino Sandwich was also a winner. More of a to-go place. Lots of people swooping in an out in their peacoats and jamming away on their cell phones.
So my mini trip to Uruguay. I held my breath for a few minutes while the silly people of Migraciones apparently couldn’t find the date where my student visa expired and had to call in an expert who knew how to read properly in order to find it.
Colonia del Sacramento is charming little once fought over by the Portuguese and the Spanish which now is a perfect place for a day trip. I would recommend going when it is warm, although going in wintertime does provide an opportunity for three hour late lunches spent toasty next to a fireplace picada-ing and working on a healthy glass of red wine at El Buen Suspiro.
Watch out for the cobblestone streets if you’re a somewhat clumsy person like me.
Another unmissable place is El Drugstore. The old fashioned car parked outside was somewhat tempting to eat lunch in, but was really just too cold with all the fog and rain happening.
There were a few space heaters inside, but still a little chilly.
Some of these streets are just Facebook photos waiting to happen.
And most recently on this whirlwind of activity was a visit to the much-hyped-about retrospective exhibit at MALBA by renowned Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama. I had never seen a line outside the door at MALBA even though lines are pretty much common wherever you go in Buenos Aires. This one happened to move pretty fast.
The biography outside the entrance to the first part of the exhibit on the fifth floor tells you that she has voluntarily lived in a psychiatric institution since 1977. This raised my eyebrows quite a bit. Upon entering, there were some normal-ish paintings of hers from the 50s and 60s, some kind of crazy art/advertisements that called for everyone to meet at MOMA in New York and take their clothes off, a suitcase made out of pasta, and then this room where specifically 3 people (not two, not four, but three) had to enter at a time.
For me the winner was this room with all these lights that kept changing colors. I was kind of in so much of a trance that the security guard had to push me along.
With your ticket you are also provided with a sheet of stickers which is ONLY TO BE USED IN THE OBLITERATION ROOM, the back of the sheet so kindly tells you. I felt the obliteration room was going to be some kind of weird destructive post-apocalyptic place, but it was basically a white room where hundreds of people had put stickers on themselves and on the walls.
One week left in BA, can’t believe it’s been almost a year that I’ve been down here running around in the sometimes flooded streets to my heart’s content.