Part II: Buenos Aires – Through the Eyes of Locals

Part II: Buenos Aires – Through the Eyes of Locals
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Read “Part I: Buenos Aires – Travel Like a Local, Travel with a Local”

Buenos Aires met us with blooming Jacaranda trees, its beautiful violet flowers adorning trees and littering sidewalks and lawns.  It was a warm spring morning, as is traditional in the southern hemisphere in November, as we started exploring this unexpectedly European city in the heart of South America.

On the second day of our stay in Buenos Aires, Ayala’s cousin Daiana gave us a tour of the most vibrant neighborhood of Buenos Aires: La Boca.  As we walked the main pedestrian street, the Caminito, Daiana was telling us about the history of the place.   La Boca is a barrio of Buenos Aires where earlier immigrants from Italy (primarily from Genoa) settled.  In the end of the 19th century, amid political unrest in the country, La Boca even shortly seceded from Argentina with rebels raising the Genoese flag.  La Boca is a colorful neighborhood with a lot of personality and made for fun morning exploration.  Everywhere the plastic statues of Carlos Gardel, the golden voice of Argentinian tango, greeted us from multiple balconies while tango dancers twirled around each other on the street. These days, tango in La Boca caters mostly to the tourists and Ayala told us that her aunt would show us the real deal later.

Personally, the most Italian (and Argentinian) thing in La Boca was La Bombonera, an iconic soccer stadium. “The Chocolate Box”, home of one of the most beloved Argentinian soccer team, Boca Juniors, reminded me of Chicago’s Wrigley Field as the stadium was planted right in the middle of the neighborhood with its walls almost touching the adjacent buildings.  The strange name of the stadium is derived from its shape as the steep top tiers allow the overall size of the stadium to look deceptively compact while fitting in almost 50,000 seats.

As Ayala, Julia and I blissfully walked through La Boca admiring colorful houses, long alleys, and an abundance of fascinating graffiti, Daiana was a bit tense.  As a local, she knew something that we did not: the neighborhood was not particularly safe.  And although tourists who stick to the Caminito don’t get in trouble, once you venture a little bit outside, you become an easy target for mugging and robbery.  So, when I suddenly charged into a random alley, having spotted a graffiti depicting the local and world-renowned soccer legend Diego Maradona, Daiana freaked out and waved her hands frantically, pleading with me to immediately turn around.  Her panicky voice and grimaced face startled me, but she was a local and knew the place better; so, I obeyed and turned around.

After we left La Boca and explored the city’s port area, we headed to Daiana’s apartment where Ayala’s other relatives were waiting for us.  Visiting an Argentinian family meant that we had an opportunity to participate in a quintessential Argentinian experience: drinking mate.  Anyone who visits Argentina immediately notices one thing – mate is a national drink.  On our first day in Argentina, as we were exploring Buenos Aires’ city center, we saw people from all walks of life drinking mate: constructions workers and lawyers, bus drivers and bankers.  We saw people drinking mate in parks and cafes, on bus stop benches, and while briskly walking on the street.  Everywhere we looked, porteños (the residents of Buenos Aires) were carrying thermoses of different sizes and colors, from which they would pour hot water into a gourd (calabaza) and then sip a bitter caffeine-rich herbal drink with a curved metal straw (bombilla).  But despite first appearances, mate is actually traditionally consumed in a group. Everyone drinks from the same gourd and using the same metal straw, in a ritual now threatened by COVID-19.

As Ayala was catching up on family news with her relatives, one of her cousins gave us a detailed presentation on how to properly brew mate by placing greenish broken dry leaves of yerba mate into a gourd and then adding  hot water at 80 degrees of Celsius.  The kitchen, like almost every kitchen in Argentina, was equipped with an electric kettle with a special setting for boiling water specifically for mate at 80 degrees.  Sitting in a crammed living room with no fewer than ten people, we were passing a gourd with mate around the room, periodically adding more hot water to the gourd.  Sharing the bitter taste of mate and saliva of Ayala’s relatives who we just met felt somehow totally appropriate.  There was something welcoming and uniting in sharing a mate cup with all of them.  At the time, long before COVID-19 pandemic, I made a mental note that in the individualistic and germophobic U.S., where you can get crucified for just double dipping your food, such communal ritual would be unlikely to catch on.

Another “too close for comfort” Argentinian tradition was the warm greeting accompanied by double cheek kisses from friends and acquaintances.  Ayala, who was raised in Israel and visited Argentina only a few times in her life, was just as uneasy with this as us. 

“A doorman!” she whispered as we were approaching one of her relatives’ building.  “Am I supposed to kiss the doorman? I don’t know what to do!”

Two minutes later all three of us were kissing the doorman.

Now, eight years later, with COVID-19 pandemic raging around the world, I looked up to see how Argentinian society is dealing with forced social distancing.  Here’s the quote from one of the first search results:

“Avoid the kiss on the cheek or the handshake, or reduce the socialization of mate,” said Eduardo Lopez, a member of the panel of experts created by the Argentina government to formulate a response to the Covid-19 coronavirus pandemic.

I wonder how this terrible plague is going to affect Argentina going forward, even after vaccine for this virus is discovered.  While health of course takes precedent, it would be sad to lose these communal rituals at the heart of Argentinian society.

After the mate ritual, the next stop on our tour of Ayala’s relatives was an upscale neighborhood of Palermo to visit Ayala’s aunt Miriam and her Hemingway-looking husband Eduardo.  When they opened the door to greet us, my jaw just dropped.  The apartment was breathtaking: modern multi-level open concept condo with glass wall widows from floor to ceiling, providing unobstructed views of the city.  An impressive library of art books in Spanish and English was the centerpiece of the place.  Planning Argentina, Ayala somehow completely forgot to mention that Eduardo was not only a successful psychiatrist with patients in Argentina and in the U.S., but also was an accomplished artist, living in a stunning apartment above his art studio.  Having spent his young adult years in New York City, Eduardo was fluent in English and we spent the evening drinking Malbec and discussing art, history of Argentina, and current events.  When I was planning Argentina, I envisioned barren landscapes of Patagonia with reserved gauchos, and here I was in a posh neighborhood of Buenos Aires discussing Picasso and Fauvism with a real artist.  Around midnight, Eduardo slowly got up and said: “Do you want to see my works?”  Five minutes later, we were standing in front of his canvases in his downstairs studio.  The best part of being in an art studio with the artist present was being able to ask him questions about his art.  Every time I visit an art museum, I imagine what I would have asked van Gogh or Cezanne about their paintings had I met them.  When I asked Eduardo about his works, his response was very simple: “I just take a paint brush and see where it takes me.”  That evening in Palermo was unlike any other evening during our two weeks in Argentina and stood out as the highlight of my trip.  As we were bidding goodbyes to our gracious hosts, Miriam reminded us that we were going to see her the next day as she would take us to milonga for a tango night out.  This was our chance to experience the real thing, not a touristy gimmick.

Visiting Buenos Aires and not to experience tango is akin going to India and skipping Taj Mahal.  The following evening, after a long day of sightseeing, we headed to a non-descript two-story building in one of the neighborhoods of Buenos Aires and walked up to the second floor.  Miriam met us at the entrance and ushered us into a large room filled with dancing couples.  This was her milonga place where she and her friends come to tango. That evening, however, she was not there to dance but to introduce us to the culture of tango and navigate us through the intricacies and informal rules of milonga.  The room was flanked with two rows of chairs and tables on each side, and we were seated in a corner allowing us to take in the atmosphere.  Women and men were sitting on the opposite sides of the room, with men crossing the room to invite women for a dance.  Each couple would dance a couple of songs and then the music would take a short break, allowing people to switch partners.  The dancers, old and young, were moving gracefully to the nostalgic sounds of tango.  As we watched the locals dance, Miriam whispered to us various unwritten rules that the dancers were following in choosing their partners and moving around the floor.  All of it was absolutely fascinating.

A couple of months before our trip, Julia and I met a couple who had just visited Argentina.  Their advice was: “Skip Buenos Aires, nothing to see there, go straight to Patagonia and Iguazu Falls.”  While it is possible that for some travelers Buenos Aires may not be as exciting as the rest of Argentina, Ayala and her relatives certainly colored our visit to Buenos Aires and made it that much more interesting and personal.



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