Dale chicos, we have a lot to get through. I am writing this from Ushuaia, the End of the World, and I still have to tell you guys about the rest of my time in Rosario, and my four days in Buenos Aires, and my five days in Puerto Madryn, and the road trip through Patagonia, and Ushuaia, before I leave for El Calafate, and Chile, and Lollapalooza (eeek!).
I was in Rosario for a month and I attended Spanish school for three hours every day. The lessons were hugely helpful and I can say some key things now. I’ve managed to have whole conversations with (patient) people who speak no English, and often it’s a mix between charades and infinitive verbs. I’m getting there. Slowly. Right now I’m focusing on feeling the rhythm of the language and listening to people speak, and secretly hope that I will just wake up one morning and understand everything. I must say, it’s steadily improving. I seem to understand mas o menos whole conversations, but I need an inordinate amount of time to wrap my head around what’s been said and then formulate a response. By the time I’m ready to respond, they’ve already moved on.
Spanish in Rosario is a really great institution and I definitely recommend them to anyone in the area! Met some very cool people here. I took a 35-minute walk there every day through a gorgeous tree-lined avenue of which I have not one photograph. Go figure, sheez.
Rosario is the birthplace of Ernesto “Che” Guevara. I found the monument dedicated to him, eventually … It’s kind of hidden away in an unlikely, farflung area of the city. The statue was forged out of molten bronze keys.
Andres took me to the lightshow in the park. The show’s soundtrack was the music of Queen, so I enjoyed that. Afterwards we checked out some Uruguayan music and performance at the art gallery. It featured a group of very talented a cappella singers who were doing politically charged comedic songs … I think. Something about a brown potato? They were very, very good.
Museums and art galleries, obviously. I’ll put some art pieces in a separate post.
Look at these awesome bombillas for mate! Want want want!
Argentina got its name from the Latin word for silver: argentum. It’s a big deal.
The city has well preserved turn of the century colonial architecture (I just made that up) so it’s very pretty and very Argentinian.
And it’s home to the Argentinian flag, with a big badass phallic monument dedicated to it. I’ve noticed that all towns and cities sport a number of massive, like really really big, flags.
I also visited an island right across the river from Rosario, on a quiet, hot Friday, and it was almost tropical. Warm water, beach for miles, a quick escape from the urban sprawl. Bee-you-tiful.
And that’s Rosario in a nutshell. Four weeks in one place was a little too long, I think. I needed the Spanish but I had already adopted the rhythm of the road and it was a little jarring to have to settle for four weeks. As a result I just took it very easy and conducted thought experiments about what it would be like to buy a little old rundown place, spruce it up, be fluent in Spanish, work and live in the city … Tempting.