A Winter’s Day in Central Park – Central Park Ice Festival

On January 18 last year, hubby and I went walking through Central Park to check out the Central Park Ice Festival near the Bethesda Fountain with its famous statue, Angel of the Waters.

Okamoto Studio’s artists were on hand, giving live demonstrations, carving beautiful creatures and objects out of ice blocks using various tools like chain saws, picks, chisels and blowtorches.

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If you find yourself in NYC during the winter, check the Central Park Conservatory website to see when this event will be on. In 2015, it was held in mid-February, so it seems to be held at different times of the winter.  The best part? It’s free!  It’s also family-friendly.

Inside the Bethesda Terrace, you’ll normally find opera singers taking advantage of the ahhh-mazing acoustics of the structure. It’s a great opportunity to take in some world-class singing without buying a ticket to the Met(ropolitan Opera)! That day was no exception.

Isn’t the architecture just beautiful?

And, only in New York, we ran into this dog, dressed head to tail in Yankees swag.

After the festival, we wandered down the mall, taking in the sights of the men and women with giant bubble hoops, blowing bubbles to the delight of children. Just for a second, we fought the urge to run into the giant bubbles ourselves, popping them and getting covered in soapy, iridescent remnants of our childhood.

 
 

Dreaming of Lisbon

A bunch of articles on how great Lisbon, Portugal is have been coming out lately. However, I’ve known this for almost a decade, first-hand.

Truly one of the most magical, surprising and cool places I’ve been, my friend Stefanie and I went to Lisbon back in November 2006.

Below are just a few snaps (on a crappy-resolution point and shoot camera, sorry!) from our trip to Lisboa.  Now, if you don’t mind me, I’ll just be updating my Kayak price alerts for NYC-Lisbon flights under $800….

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Women’s Day!/Feliz Día de la Mujer!

Today’s International Women’s Day, and I have to say, women celebrate it with much more gusto in Argentina than they do in the USA. Feliz día de la mujer, a mis hermanas argentinas!

It’s always been interesting to me that, although Argentine society is afflicted with extreme “machista” (chauvinism, machismo), Argentine women really come together to celebrate a few different holidays and raise each other up.  Maybe it’s because they’re subject to such blatant sexism, that they celebrate it so fervently. Whatever the reason, it’s a really great day to honor the ladies in your life and celebrate their accomplishments.  Día de la Mujer is one of them, and another is Día del Amigo (Friend’s Day), which is July 20 every year, the anniversary of the first moon landing.

Friend’s Day is also a fascinating tradition to me, as a gringa. Really, it’s about celebrating your friendships and treating your friends especially well on that day. It’s basically a Valentine’s Day for your platonic pals.

Unless you don’t have a heart, Friend’s Day is a really great, feel-good day that will leave you with a smile on your face and a warmth in your heart. Unlike Valentine’s Day, when a lack of Valentine can cause depression, sadness, anger and hurt for so many.

Take a minute today to let your lady-friends know today that they rock. Not only because they do, but because they need to hear it every so often! Feliz día de la mujer!!!

Where on Earth have I been?

Perhaps one of the more existential questions in life: Where on Earth have I been?

Quite literally speaking (and I use that word in the actual, literal sense, rather than the way a sixteen year old would use it), I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of things, and neglected this here blog for too long. I’m sad about that, probably because writing is one of my favorite things to do and I don’t get to write non-legal documents nearly enough. Traveling is also one of my favorite things to do. Top five? In no particular order:

1) Travel
2) Eat
3) Drink wine
4) Write/Photograph
5) Sleep

But I’ve also lost a part of myself when I moved back from Mendoza to Austin, and then again to NYC. I left a little piece of me in MDZ – although I’m not sure what it was. Living abroad changes you. And it ruins you for life, because home suddenly isn’t as cool anymore. It’s not enough. It’s not as interesting. And it’s not “home”.

I also realized that New York, where I was born and lived until I was 24, is not home, either. What a horrible realization! I really was waiting for that epiphany…and it never came.

So, where is home? I’d like to find out.

Since my last post, I’ve gotten married to that boyfriend I talked about in my earlier posts, got a dog, moved to a new/old city and have joined the ranks of corporate America, where my soul takes a beating daily and comes back for more. One day, I’d love to be able to do what I really love full-time (see list above… it could totally work!), but that day is not today.

Until that day comes, I have promised myself that I need to chronicle my travels, amazing meals with friends, good times and great bottles. I’ll write this blog for me, but also for you, dear Reader (which may or may not be Future Me, only, but hey, that’s cool).

In the next few posts, I’ll recap some of the great trips I’ve taken (with the husband, usually) and dole out any advice, tips and tricks I learned along the way. I hope it helps someone… but if not, you can’t say I didn’t warn you!

Speaking too much or not enough Spanish in Argentina

So, here’s a post with the intention of being a break from the mundane tales of my travels in South America – demonstrating what can happen when you speak either too much or too little Spanish in Argentina.

Let’s imagine for a minute that you are a gringo who doesn’t speak much Spanish, and has come to Argentina (or some other Spanish-speaking place, perhaps a mythical one called “Remolacha” – my favorite Spanish word! It means “beet”) for a finite amount of time to live. You may want to interact with the locals. Sure, you “know” Spanish. As in, you can get by in the first minute of conversation without any awkward, long pauses or a lot of “can you repeat that please?”.  There are some dangers, however, in speaking only Spanish with a cab driver you just met when you don’t really know the language, after getting a few key phrases perfectly correct. Here they are, in no particular order:

1) People will think you actually speak Spanish, and will answer you enthusiastically, and probably really quickly and in more detail than your limited vocabulary can grasp. You’ll get unnecessary news updates about what’s happening in Remolacha and launch into a conversation about their cheating wife, when all you wanted was to sit in the cab peacefully on the way to meet your friends somewhere.

2) In said responses, you will pick up every other word. You may understand what they are saying, but you probably won’t. Here, you have two choices on how to react and continue: 1) nod and smile like an idiot, changing your facial expression slightly every time you think they begin a new sentence, or 2) ask them to repeat themselves “más despacio, por favor” until they give up and stop talking to you.

3) You are absolutely shocked when they answer your “Cómo estás?” with anything else than “Bien, y tu?” You freeze up. Turn red. Stop talking. And pray that the cab ride is short and they don’t try again with asking you something that you don’t know how to answer.

4) He realizes that you’re a gringo and you get a grand tour of the city instead of being brought straight home – complete with the extra fare. Jackass.

Then there’s the opposite scenario: When you know too much Spanish after a few months and you use it often. In this case, you have impressed the cab driver with your extensive verbal skills. There are several problems that can come from this situation. In no particular order, they are:

1) The cab driver will ask you out on a date, or if you have a boyfriend. Then they will ask you out on a date after they find out you have a boyfriend.

2) You will be grilled about American politics and are asked if you know “Miguel in Houston” or “Facu in Dallas”, because you say you are from Texas. You also get to hear about they “went to Idaho once” and so they are an expert on American things. Also, do you like the Simpsons?

3) You get an extended interview about how you like Remolacha. Do you like it here? It’s very much like Texas! How long have you lived here? What are you doing here for so long? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you like asado?

Of course, there are worse things in life. You have to practice your language skills so that you get better, and you don’t lose it once you’ve got it. Practice with cab drivers and waiters/waitresses in restaurants, and anyone you know. But be prepared for the scenarios above. It’s not just me. But it’s pretty funny 🙂

Reñaca & Sushi at Sushi Home Beach

Reñaca is your typical beach-side town with tons of highrise apartment buildings and hotels along a beach, but the difference is that they’re all built on hills and on the beaches, you can rent lounge chairs, an umbrella, and anything else for the day (or by the hour). It’s pretty cool. It’s also handy because almost nobody sells beach towels, and the ones that do are surf shops that sell towels by Quiksilver and other brands, and cost about US $50. So, make sure you bring a towel if you go.
We weren’t overly impressed with the area, but the beach is wide and sandy, yet crowded. As you can see, the weather wasn’t cooperating as much as we had hoped.  We had a great lunch at a sushi place there after it got cloudy and too cold to lay out any longer.
Sushi Home Beach was awesome. We were some of the only ones in the place and the staff was really friendly. Our waiter was bilingual but put up with our terrible accents speaking Spanish and walked us through the menu, and gave us excellent recommendations for rolls and side dishes. We started the day off right with some pisco sours (as you do in Chile) and got to work on our rolls.
I recommend the spicy ones and the ones that have octopus. I can’t remember the names. But the piscos are also damn delicious. So go there, if you’re ever in the area.