The Travel Chica

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Are the Stereotypes about Porteñas True?

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A few weeks ago, I learned a stereotype in Buenos Aires that women cannot drive when I got in my first taxi accident.  (I think this may be a stereotype around the world.) This reminded me of something funny I read several months ago. When I first arrived in Buenos Aires, I grabbed some of […]

Tango Is Not for Me

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Remember how I learned to salsa dance in Quito and Nicaragua?  Remember how much I loved it and even made a video because I was so proud of myself? I wanted to learn to tango in Buenos Aires. Well, I did try.  But I suck.  Tango is really hard.  I do not enjoy it nearly […]

Campo in the City

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I am a city girl, but I do enjoy the country. I am looking forward to exploring the campo (countryside) in Argentina.   While staying in Buenos Aires, I got a little taste of the country at the Feria de Mataderos just a 45-minute bus ride from Palermo.  At the end of July, I got an […]

Screw You And Your Cubierto

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I am used to paying cubierto at restaurants in Buenos Aires.  I don’t even mind that much. Cubierto is the cover/ service charge for dining at a restaurant. You are essentially paying for the privilege of siting at a table and getting service, and you usually get a basket of bread. In Buenos Aires, it […]

My Delicious Splurge in Buenos Aires

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Okay, so this is not a splurge by most people’s standards.  But with my $1000 a month budget, Buenos Aires is hard for a girl, especially a girl who loves good food.  And I’m not talking about pizza and empanadas. When I say good food, I mean creative, reasonably healthy, and something you could classify […]

My First Taxi Crash in Buenos Aires

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I do not normally take taxis because I do not like to spend the extra money when my feet are working fine or there is a bus option.  But it was cold and dark outside, and I was running a little late, so I decided to treat myself to a taxi ride. My destination was […]

Oh, The Places I’ll Go

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On the way to Colonia for my first border run, my friend Jeff and I started talking about our passport stamps.  He mentioned the need to get some more pages sewn into his passport.  Then I realized that with the number of countries I have left in my Latin America adventure, I would run out […]

Russian Cocaine in Buenos Aires?

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I went to my first “Argentine party.” It was a party for an Argentine who graduated from law school.  This post is not about the random guitar/ singing that broke out for hours in the overly-crowded living room (including some Guns ‘n Roses).  This post is not about the massive consumption of Fernet and Coke […]