Here’s the first part of my week abroad in Argentina!
We stayed in Buenos Aires for two days and then made our way north to Iguazú Falls. After seeing the national park we made our way back down to Buenos Aires and spent a couple more days there until flying back to Santiago.
- We ended up eating at an outdoor food stall. It was delicious up until we saw a cockroach swimming and having the time of his/her life in the salsa we had been enjoying. Great.
- We walked right into a protest on our way back to the hostel.
I don’t know what it is about me and protests! I swear I didn’t actually go looking for one this time…but, as always, it was a super cool experience. Unlike the student movement marches and strikes in Santiago this one was a response to the government’s poor leadership in general (lawl). I had been so used to seeing young students run amuck in the streets of Santiago that I was stunned to find everybody and their mothers (quite literally) in Plaza de Mayo. It was an insanely diverse crowd: I think the oldest person I saw was probably in his 80s; the youngest was still in her stroller (and yes, she had a mini-pot she was banging with a spoon).
The fact that all these people–despite differences in age, gender, and socioeconomic status–were coming together in solidarity was moving. The weight of this realization was somewhat diminished, however, when I heard that protests in Plaza de Mayo are as common as finding gelato stands on every city block (i.e., pretty damn common). Apparently you can’t walk two feet without bumping into someone carrying a picket sign or standing on his/her soapbox. There can be up to several protests in a day and one protester stopped banging his pots long enough to tell me that this is usually the only exercise some people get. Well then, so much for solidarity.