Weekend wanderings

On Friday night we were invited by our Argentine friends to attend an event at the high school their daughter attends.  She and her two friends, who babysat for us last weekend, were performing a cultural dance as part of it.  We didn't get enough details about it, like what time it started, so I took the older kids and showed up a little after 7.  I should have known nothing would start so early.  The doors didn't open until 8, there was mingling and food, and the event didn't start until 9.  It was still going at 10 when I decided to take the kiddos home.

The lighting was horrid, so this isn't the greatest video.

Yesterday we visited a part of the city called Recoleta.  The main attraction was the Recoleta Cemetery: an enormous above ground cemetery with rows and rows of sepulchers.  We made sure to stay together, because it would have been an easy thing to lose a child in that maze.  There were some pretty elaborate statues and memorials.  Some were ancient and in decay.  Others had recent looking pictures.  The only name we knew of someone buried there, and perhaps the most famous, was Eva Duarte Peron (Evita... a much loved and influential First Lady).  

We also spent some time shopping at the tourist market, looking at all the handmade items for sale.  This is perhaps the most touristy we have felt during our whole month here.  We live in an area where other Argentines live, eat, shop, play, etc.  But when we visited the market we could hear English being spoken all around us.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for a 2 hour lunch outside.  Not sure how much of this was due to really slow service, or just the typical pace of life.  We weren't in a rush.

 

Unfortunately, the weekend ended with two sick little boys.  Paul had a fever and nasty head congestion (let's hope it's not an ear infection!!). Wishing I had a washing machine for all my snot covered shirts.  And Dallin caught a stomach bug.  Wishing I had a washing machine for a vomit covered blanket.

Bryan's quote of the week as we're herding kids along the sidewalk:  "I feel like one of those dog walkers, but with kids instead of dogs."

(A fancy Recoleta mall.  We didn't go in.... too fancy for us.  We just rode the escalators.)