Argentina is known for tango. True tango originated in Argentina and Uruguay. It’s a flirtatious dance – almost violent. It’s exciting to watch. But there’s a dance far more dangerous and exciting than tango. It’s the dance of the auto. Driving. Who needs lanes? Who needs stop signs? A three-lane road quickly turns into five…
Right now I’m in a world between worlds. I’m on an overnight bus traveling between states in Argentina. While we’re here, our home base is an apartment in downtown Buenos Aires. Then we packed smaller bags and headed to a suburb. Then we packed even smaller bags and got on this bus to the state…
Let me introduce you to another of my wife’s cousins. Her name is Julia (second from the right). She’s studying English in school. She’s doing great. But sometimes she can’t remember some of the English words. But she’s smart. She’s noticed that many English words become Spanish words by adding an -a or -o to…
Mate (pronounced máh-tay) is a very typical drink for Argentinians. They drink it almost every day. You might have seen it at a hipster coffee shop. It usually drunk from a fancy cup or gourd (usually metal or with cowhide) filled with green herbs and a metal straw sticking out of it. You typically pour hot…
I’ve had a blast playing with my new cousins and aunts/uncles. I’ve found the language barrier doesn’t exist when it comes to boys and toy cars. Hours passed before I realized how long I’d been playing with my wife’s cousin Mateo. Cute kid. But even in all the fun…I didn’t realize how much I needed…
Can you defend what you do? Last night I went with my wife’s uncle to feed the homeless in a small town in Argentina. He and his wife were addicted to cocaine before God changed their lives. Now they go each week around town to feed the homeless. They’ve never missed a week in six…
Argentine steak is lauded as some of the best meat in the world. I agree. My wife’s uncle made a huge Argentine asado (barbecue) for us the other day. I ate my weight in sausage and beef. If I lived here I’d eat steak every day. It’s my delicacy. But do you know what his…
I’ve been meeting my wife’s family in Argentina. So far they’ve all been incredible and super-accomodating to my less-than-perfect Spanish. They’ve been slowing down and using simpler words so I can follow the conversations. But one of my new cousins is a pre-teen girl. I can barely understand pre-teen girls in English. But in Spanish?!…
I’m on a plane from Brazil to Argentina right now. I’ll be there in Argentina for 20 days. Rather than schedule re-posts of previous entries or getting guest bloggers, I’ll be blogging about my trip. I’m going to search for inspiration on the streets and skylines of this country and share what I find. Here…
I’m a scrapper when it comes to meetings. I love fighting for my ideas. But last Monday, as I was arguing emphatically for an idea, I kept getting shut down. It was a somewhat complex, but brilliant idea. But people kept getting hung up on details. I felt like my ideas were losing an intergalactic…