Sunday, July 22, 2012

For those of you with no Facebook...

Congreso Nacional

El Pensador a.k.a. The Thinker

Petting a female lion at the Zoologico de Lujan

Spending time with the elephants too!

Eating my first Arrepa at the Colombian Independence Day Fair

Found a colorful collage while walking down Callao Avenue

Sleeping with the angles in the third largest cemetery in the world

Touring La Boca on Argentina's Day of Independence



Como se dice....

For the past week, my roommate Destiny and I have been teaching our new Colombian friend, Kharold, how to speak English. I can liken this experience to teaching a little kid how to talk. Being an English junkie, I can barely manage the run-on sentences, fragments, double negatives and sentences ending with articles that many American adults who call themselves fluent in English make in their everyday speech. But with Kharold it's different. She so desperately wants to learn English because she hopes to one day become either a news anchor for Fox Sports or a famous Hollywood actress. Ambitious isn't it? Of course, it's imperative that anyone working in the public eye in the United States speaks some kind of English whether they like it or not; it's just the way life in North America goes. While my initial instinct was to feel honored to have a part in making her dreams come true, reality hit me pretty fast when I realized I ACTUALLY HAVE TO TEACH HER TO SPEAK ENGLISH. I can't just daydream about the day when she thanks little-ole-me from the Oscar podium after receiving an award for best actress for teaching her how to speak English. So how do you teach a 23 year old woman to speak English?
I started with small phrases such as 'Good Morning', 'My name is Kharold', 'I am from Colombia' and so on and so forth. I've found that my translating English sentences to Spanish has actually improved my Spanish speaking abilities. Who would've thunk it? If all else fails, I just teach her North Carolina Central University slang. She is very familiar with the terms 'homegirl', 'bruh' and 'ayee'. Needless to say, she could survive on my campus just by knowing those three phrases:)
My 'WHAT THE FRENCHTOAST' Moment
There is dog and bird crap ALL OVER THE SIDEWALKS, not to mention the trash that clutters the streets TODOS LOS DIAS! The trash I could maybe understand because there are so many street venders...BUTT DOG CRAP(pun intended)?! Really people...clean up ya @$%#-_-

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Sharing is caring...

We've all had that momentary(or permanent) selfish feeling flares up inside when someone asks for something: "Can I have a piece?" "Ummm no? Can you walk yourself down to Food Lion and make your own?" Nevertheless, I've always possessed a natural conviction to share my earnings with others, spreading the wealth if you will. Sometimes my kindness is returned and other times I gets no love. The point I'm trying to make is that I perform acts of kindness because I enjoy bringing other people happiness. Gone are the days when hospitality was common no matter what country you're in. Nowadays, it's imperative that you  give and give and give only to receive one fourth of what you've given. I've noticed that in the Latin American culture, more specifically Buenos Aires, the people are more hospitable toward not only their family but their guests. In my residence hall, the landlord checks on my roommate and I several times throughout the week to make sure we have everything we need to feel comfortable, for example, allotting two laundry tickets a month to have our clothes washed, ironed and folded for us. Just recently, I met a Colombian girl who immediately befriended myself and my roommate so much so that, having only known us for a week, has cooked for us on two separate ocassions.  On another ocassion, I found myself lost in the streets of  Buenos Aires and a delivery boy deviated from his destination just to make sure I got to my destination safe and sound. Here in Argentina, people do for others out of the kindness of their heart, not for gain. So yes, I can walk up to any person on the street and ask for directions and, although I receive the most dumbfounded looks because of the color of my skin, I can trust(so far) that portenos are kind enough to point me in the direction that I need to go.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Everything isn't peaches and cream...

I used to think the grass was greener on the other side and sometimes it is. But sometimes there are crispy, crackling patches where grass used to be. So far, my time in Argentina has taught me to be EXTREMELY grateful for the privileges that I am afforded in the United States. In one of my previous entries, I touched on the exchange rates. As I stated earlier, the "official" exchange rate is 4.5 to 1, or 4.5 pesos for every 1 dollar. As you can imagine, the American dollar is in high demand because its value is far greater than that of a peso. Strangely enough, Portenos, or inhabitants of Buenos Aires, are forbidden by the government from having or trading dollars because it messes up the equilibrium of the monetary system in Buenos Aires. The government has to be able to manage the amount of dollar bills coming in and out of the system. If there are more dollars in circulation, the value of the pesos drops even further. "To have a dollar in your wallet is good luck", said one of my residence mates. I quickly realized that having dollars in one's possession is a delicacy when he asked me if I could trade his pesos to dollars. He wanted to begin saving in dollars because over time, dollars retain their value. I can honestly agree with Lee Greenwood when he said he was "proud to be an American". 
My WHAT THE FRENCHTOAST Moment
Everyone smokes on "cancer sticks"...and I mean EVERYONE! In the streets, in the stores, by the gas pump, in the hospital(well I'm actually not sure about this one...but it flows with what I'm trying to say), in the clubs, etc. It's impossible to get away from it! 

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Second entry...but clearly not the second day

Ever tried to pronounce a "ghetto" name? Take this name for example: "La-a". Can you guess it's pronunciation? Yeah I thought not. Well, I couldn't figure it out either at first...until one day my cousin Pierre informed me that you pronounce it "La-DASH-uh"-_-. Word pronunciation in Spanish is like trying to pronounce this name, leaving you confused and bewildered on how you got THAT pronunciation from THAT spelling! Alas, pronunciation has turned out to be the least of my problems, as I've recently realized that I never know how and for what situation I use a particular word. There are so many Spanish words that have similar definitions but are used in completely different ways. For example, If I wanted to say "For my trip, I need to bring a jacket" I would translate this as "Para mi viaje, necesito llevar un abrigo". The mind boggling part of this sentence is that the verb "llevar" means "to take" and the verb "traer" means "to bring". It's incorrect to use the verb "traer" for this particular sentence. Why? I have no idea, that's just what my teacher told me. 
My "WHAT THE FRENCHTOAST" Moment
1. In my previous entry, I only mentioned four modes of transportation: the train, the subway, the taxi and the bus. There is, however, another mode of transportation: personal vehicles. It is my sound advice that when visiting any city, but Buenos Aires most especially, DON'T DRIVE! Everyone here drives like a bat out of hell! There's no regard for pedestrians and no regard for driving in one's lane, although all the lanes are CLEARLY marked. I've lost count of how many times I could've met my Maker because some non-driver wanted to make a hasty turn WHILE I HAD THE RIGHT-OF-WAY! They can keep playing if they want to because I know one thing: if I get hit by a car or bus while walking across the street, somebody is paying for ALL OF MY GOOD TUITION to North Carolina Central University! Try me-_-

Monday, July 16, 2012

The Ketchup...

"Better late than never" is what some unknown author in history said for some reason I don't know; nevertheless it is most definitely relevant to this situation. For those of you who aren't friends with me on Facebook, who don't follow me on Twitter and have therefore been living under a rock for the last two weeks, I will allow you to "ketchup" to my international dealings as of late. I am currently abroad in Buenos Aires, Argentina studying the Spanish language. As you could imagine, my anxiety prior to my departure was at an all time high. I had never traveled abroad before, unless you count Cozumel, Mexico which might as well be my back yard. Luckily, my friends and family were at hand to give me good, "tranquil" advice by recounting the tragic events from the box office hit "Taken", the television special "Locked Up Abroad" and a slew of other accounts from their personal story book of "worst-things-that-could-possibly-happen-to-me-while-walking-down-the-street-in-a-foreign-country". Thanks guys...you really made me less paranoid-_-. Well, I'm happy to inform everyone that, clearly since you're reading this entry, I made it safely through customs and across the international border to Argentina without trouble. *Praise break*
Exchanging Money
Now, let's get to the good stuff. I'll break each experience down into sections beginning with the exchange rate. Officially, the exchange rate is 4.5 to 1, which basically means for every American dollar one will receive 4.5 pesos(Argentine currency). There isn't much more to explain about exchanging money in Argentina...legally:)
Food/Restaurants
Argentine cuisine requires a very open-minded type of consumer. The carne or meat empanadas are my favorite food so far. They typically range from 5 to 5.50 pesos or a little over a dollar in American terms. Not bad for a snack between classes. Another popular entree is the parrilla. A parrilla consists of a variety of grilled meat, mostly pork, and is accompanied by salad and french fries. Depending on the restaurant, a parrilla averages about 95 pesos, or $18, and feeds about 3 people. Finally, there is a delicacy known as chori-pan. It consists of a large pork sausage garnished with lettuce, tomato, a fried egg, cheese and toasted bread. You can find chori-pan at any street vender and they cost about 15 pesos or $3.
Grocery Shopping
While it would be nice to eat out every night, that can get expensive. Lucky for me, my roommate and I split the costs of groceries. On just about every street, there is a verdularia/fruteria or fresh fruit and vegetable store. These places sell fresh fruits and vegetables for reasonable prices. Also dully noted are stores referred to as "chinos" or grocery stores run by Chinese immigrants. I'm not gonna lie, I was quite surprised when one of them started speaking Spanish to me! Finally there are chain grocery stores such as Disco, Coto or Dia. They're just like any other grocery store, however, they are much more simplified compared to American grocery stores. On average, a weeks worth of groceries can be purchased for about 100 pesos which equates to about $20! Not bad for two people to split, eh?
Transportation
Surprisingly, most people use public transportation to travel from place to place. Buses run every hour on the hour and can take you pretty much anywhere in Buenos Aires. On average, the cost to ride the bus is 1.25 pesos. Another form of transportation is the Subte or subway. It's a much faster means of travelling and because of its convenience it costs a little bit more to use; only about 2.50 pesos. Riding the train is also an option but only to certain places in Buenos Aires. It costs about 1.10 pesos. Finally, there are taxis which are the most expensive means of transportation. During the day, drivers start the meter at 7.30 pesos and for each additional meter 0.73 pesos is added. At night, the meter is started at 8.50 pesos. While it is a hassle sometimes, taxis in Buenos Aires are far less expensive than American taxi drivers.
The Language
To the experienced learner, there are many different dialects of Spanish but to the inexperienced listener Spanish is just Spanish. In Argentina and several Spanish-speaking countries, Castilian is spoken instead of "true Spanish".  There are several different pronunciations in Spanish spoken in Buenos Aires that I noticed immediately. First, replacing the "tu" pronoun is the "vos" pronoun. For example, instead of saying "Y tu?" one would say "Y vos?". Of course, in changing the pronoun the verb conjugation changes as well. Normally, the phrase "How are you?" is translated in Spanish as "Como estas?"; however, in Buenos Aires the Spanish phrase is "Como sos?" where "sos" replaces "estas". Secondly, the pronunciations of the double L's in Spanish is changed from a "yuh" sound to a "shh" sound in Buenos Aires. For example, the word for street is "calle" and is pronounced "cai-yay"; however, in Buenos Aires "calle" is pronounced "cai-shay". Muy diferente!
My "WHAT THE FRENCHTOAST" Moments
1. You have to pay for water in a restaurant. Gone is the luxury of being cheap and just ordering a water to drink with your meal. Either you pay or you're just gonna be parched for the entire meal.
2. The only sandwiches that exist are ham and cheese. THAT'S IT! Turkey, tuna and chicken salad sandwiches DO NOT exist here. Why you may ask? Because they're too expensive.
3. There is unsettling obsession with staring at every single African American female that walks down the street. Granted the majority of the race is of European decent, however, doesn't make me feel any more comfortable. The men are extremely friendly, often times wanting a kiss. Oh.....ok...I don't know you sir-_-.