and the people in the bar are just about to cut a birthday cake...this must be Buenos Aires.
Yes, I am in Buenos Aires and it is a late, late town.
One Friday, I was at a salsa club (where I found some very good dancers) and found myself yawning. I did not understand why I was tired at a packed dance club. But then I asked the time, it was 2;45, and I understood. I ended up leaving the club at 3:30 or so and I was far from the last to leave.
When I got to my hostel room, only 2 of the eight people were there.
Last night, I promised myself I would get back at a reasonable time. I think I left the (same) club a bit about 2:30. I decided to walk back a bit so I could get an idea where the club was in relation to the neighborhood in which i am staying. I figured I would walk and then take a taxi. Well, one nutty buddy and one sorbet later...I walk in the hostel at 4:00. And I passed bars/restaurants that were full of people. I am not sure i could take this town for more than a few days. Maybe the body clock can adjust to the BA life.
I have done a bit of touring around of the city. On my second day here, I had lunch with John and Dolores from the old home town . They like ¨wintering¨here. As it was 36+ degrees celsius (96F) when I arrived, there is not much winter here for those coming from Syracuse.
Yesterday, I visited the national cemetery, home to Eva (Evita) Peron. It was certainly one of the most interesting cemeteries I have ever seen. The entire place, about one city block, is filled with (mostly) big (often family) tombs of the rich and powerful of argentina. Eva´s tomb is quite nondescript, if you don´t consider the many tour groups filing past it.
There were cats, cats all over the cemetary. More cats than patches of grass, in fact. And in the Botanical Gardens, there were many cats. I am sure there must be some sort of story about them. What roaming homeless dogs are to Xela, cats seem to be to parts of Buenos Aires.
All for now
bjm 2.10.08
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5:03 a.m.? You've picked up Sean's body clock - he seems to keep regular hours in Singapore.
It must be the energy in the air that keeps you going. At a conference in Maine one summer I stayed up all night because we were all drumming and dancing: once was enough.
It was 2 degrees here this a.m.
You'll be happy to know we're demolishing the bathroom and starting over. nsm
Your Pa was a late one when he was in his 20 and 30 but not now. I stay awake until 12:30 - 1:00 but then its lights out!
I have enjoyed your writings; keep it up. JJM
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