Feb 6th and 7th
Buenos Aires. Sorry I took so long to blog about this magnificent time here in gorgeous Argentina….I guess I am still trying to wrap my brain around how much fun I had shopping and dancing here. One thing I know after this weekend is not to spend my whole paycheck once again. Where the heck am I going to put all of this Argentinean leather?? Haha Ok, so day 1 in Buenos Aires I had IPM (had to stay on the boat) so I did some laundry and called the fam and slept…..which it turns out I needed to do that to rev up for the fun filled night. I had switched my night of IPM with one of the older musicians who didn’t want to get off. Thankfully! So I got ready to go see the crew tour which was reasonably priced for dinner and a tango show. Little did I know that wine was included! Haha The show was gorgeous and the food was such soul food. I felt so good eating it. The show was such a production. Actually, very much like one of our shows. Flashy costumes, big production numbers and a male and female lead singer. They also sang and danced to songs that were clearly tourist attractions. What tourists think tango should be. Pink panther song, Hernando’s hideaway and of course, Evita. It was a great show, even though it was a produced tango show. The dancers and singers seemed to love what they were doing and it was very pretty. After the show, we caught a cab to go to a night club. Thankfully we had two Spanish speakers with us because I would have been so lost! We get to the fist club and no one is there, so we end up trying to find another one. We were determined to find something fun on a Sunday night. So we get to another club, and it looks pretty packed. The thing is, it was a ton of locals, but most of them looked really young. I would say they were in their teens and twenties. There was this one girl who looked like Kesha and danced like a dancer in a Jay- Z video….I tried to battle her epic dance moves with some hair flips, but failed of course J The whole night was very fun and I hung out with some great people who worked in all different areas of the ship.
The second day, I got up so early, with only 2 hours of sleep cause I wanted to soak in the city as much as possible during the day. I was exhausted, but nothing a shot of espresso couldn’t fix. I was up and ready to go J I met a few of my friends, who didn’t go out the night before at 9 am to go explore. We right away started to shop. This may not have been the best time to make huge purchases when I was totally disoriented! But, I did find the MOST amazing authentic leather brown jacket I have ever seen and I had to get it. The people were so nice selling it to me, I just had to J haha. And after that, the shopping bug hit me. I thought, if I’ve already done this damage, why not make a bigger dent???? Haha well, those of you who know me well, I don’t shop that often for myself, so I think I made up for some lost time J haha Also, the jacket in the states would have been 3 times the amount, so I thought, why not? After that we wandered around forever trying to find this place called La Boca, because everyone said it was gorgeous. We walked and walked, but just could not find anything remotely quaint. In fact, it looked like we were getting into the ghetto of Argentina, so we gave up to go back shopping. Right as we did that, we ran into another crew member who said, that we had to see it, so we took a cab all the way back there. But this time, we tried so hard to explain to the cab driver that we wanted to see the pretty colorful town. He didn’t speak any English and it was quite the comedic show watching all 4 of us women trying to use descriptive Spanish words to get there. We even made some up like (colorfulo and muy bonito) which we thought, if you just add an O or an E to the end of a word it would work. Finally he understood what we were saying and we got to the picturesque town of La Boca. Totally worth it. It was a town full of colors and paper Mache people in the windows. People were dancing in the streets and selling their artwork for the cheapest prices in dollars. I wish I could had bought more because everyone of the artists were so friendly and charging a dime for their work. But after that, we went back to the ship for another boat drill. It was humorous trying to get back to the street we needed to be at. We said to the taxi driver, Florida Street please. He said “che?” and we repeated ourselves several times until I finally said Florrrrrida Street (with a rolled r) and he was like OOOOOH! We laughed so hard about that because he really didn’t understand our American accents. Just roll your r’s enough to sound like you can speak Spanish, and it will work just fine J