It’s always interesting to see what details stick with me after I have visited a new country. Here are the bits that lingered with me after a two-week trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina. It was my first time in South America.
The architecture was phenomenal. From artistic Art Nouveau from last century to the edgy steel and glass of our modern era, it seemed all mixed together so that I never knew what would be around the corner. In a number of ways it reminded me of Barcelona, Spain.
Every place was a place of business. A young man was selling the three mirrors he had leaned against a plywood construction wall. Street vendors walked into restaurants or subway train cars ands set small items for sale on your table or lap, picking them up or collecting money before moving on. Items included ink pens, highlighter pens, socks, sewing kits and twisted wire sculptures.
The historical cafes made me swoon. From Café Tortoni to Petit Colon, there were so many quaint places to start our days or to take an afternoon break. Oh, the pleasing memories of cups of robust coffee with a mediluna. These delicious pastries look like a traditional croissant but they are a little denser dough and have a sweet glaze on top.
Store owners wanted to keep their coins, so they often gave us extra money as change so they could give us bills.
We saw salt, but never pepper, shakers on every restaurant table.
Some intersections don’t have traffic signs, making them four-way games of chicken.
All the French fries we were served were warm and soft, even the one time we stopped at a crazy busy Burger King in Tigre.
The sidewalks were often in disrepair and littered with dog turds and gobs of congealed spit.
Love the parrillas – typical Argentine steakhouse restaurants. I ate the best pork chop of my life at La Carniceria.
We were right to be very mindful of crime, night and day. We saw a bicycle rider grab the strap of a woman’s purse off her shoulder and ride away with her purse.
I wasn’t expecting there to be so many pizza places. Turns out that one of the largest immigration groups was from Italy.
We didn’t know what to make of all the police officers around town – whether it was normal or not. Turned out U.S. Vice President Mike Pence and his wife, were in town.