La Boca:
in the San Telmo market:
sipping my first mate:
some cheesy, uninspired tourist tango
After I finished my bike tour and wandered through the market, I stepped into a clothing store. The (male) clerk handed me a rose and wished me a Happy International Women's Day.
Later on, as I was wandering around San Telmo in search of vegan food, a man stopped me to wish me a Happy International Women's Day, kiss me on the cheek, and offer to buy me a beer. His name was Maximillion, and I told him that if he could find me vegan food, he could buy me a beer. We ended up eating falafel, drinking red wine, and speaking in some seriously confusing Spanglish for many hours thereafter.
Maximillion:
A note on Latin American machismo and patriarchal Canadian indifference: in Canada, I have only ever been wished a Happy International Women's day by comrades; men who are academics, Marxists or anarchists who have some appreciation for feminist history and culture. I remember walking into work last year on International Women's Day and wishing everyone a happy happy and people looking confused and not knowing what the day was, or that it existed. Latin America may be machismo as hell, but at least the men here know what's going on. Somewhat.
During my bike tour, we stopped off at Puerto Madero to see Santiago Calatrava's Puente de la Mujer, a contemporary urban sculpture that's supposed to represent (albeit abstractly) a woman in the throes of tango.
We also checked out Ruven Afanador's photo exhibition, Mil Besos, on the docks. His photos are lovely pieces that celebrate womanist energy:
Like the way you wrote this with the Pictures.
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Erin - Graham here (Dana's hubby). This is really neat what you're up to (and that you're writing about it). Keep having fun - as much as you can. This is such a special journey you've given yourself. Congrats. (And hope to meet you sometime soon.)
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