Villa Carloz Paz and Choripan

I haven't updated my blog in a while so I am posting three blogs tonight and back-dating them so it looks like I've updated my blog.

(Here we are waiting ever so patiently for the trolley-bus)


We went to Villa Carloz Paz yesterday- it's about an hour bus ride from Cordoba. We wanted to go swimming. After asking a bunch of people at the bus terminal in Carloz Paz which bus to take, and then taking the bus to find out 15 minutes later we were going the wrong direction, getting off and back tracking, then asking the tourist office where to go, we found:
A Cabalango.

A lot of people go to this river to swim and soak up the sun.

So the bathing suit styles are a bit different- I guess it's better than the no- top-at-all swim suit style the European travelers in Phuket modeled. I'm also glad to report that there were no speedos (my high school in Malaysia was on the beach and next to a hotel- I have terrible memories of walking to art class and seeing fat (I'm talking really fat) British men in speedos through the gate).

It took us forever to get there but once we did it was wonderful. The water was refreshing and it felt good to lounge about.

We left for Cordoba around 7:30 or 8:00.


We originally had plans to go bungee jumping with Daniel and Carlos (friends from church) but that didn't pan out (long story, but we might go next weekend). Daniel (in the car with Carlos and their friend Melisa) got a hold of us when we got back into town and invited us to a coche corre- an auto race of some sort. He picked us up (literally we got off the bus and into the car) and headed towards the airport because the stadium was supposed to be nearby. As we got closer we stopped and asked numerous people for directions- we soon found out that the races are on Fridays, not Saturdays.


Plan B was to go get a Coke or something and walk around a park. When Daniel, Carlos, and Melisa found out that Amanda and I had never tried choripan, we headed towards Parque Sarmiento and "the best choripan in Cordoba."



Chorizo (type of sausage-not the same as Mexican chorizo) + pan (bread) = choripan.


It was hot off the grill and full of flavor...

Not exactly a bratwurst, but it was similar. There were all kinds of toppings- lettuce, tomato, onions, pickled onions, mayo, hot sauce, other pickled veggies and so on. The bread was toasted on the grill... I snarfed the whole thing.


We had a great time! It felt so nice to have friends call us and invite us to go out with them. We still aren't understanding everything so communicating is kind of hard- people are really patient though.

The church is the same anywhere you go. It's wonderful because you immediately find people your age that have the same beliefs and same things in common.

Dia Feriado "Holiday"

I've been wanting to blog about a recent holiday that was celebrated on March 24- a day set aside for remembering the Golpe de Estado (coup) of 1976, when the military dictatorship took over.

I have two main informants here in Argentina- Gaby y Laura. They are the people I ask questions about all things Argentine- the culture, customs, where to buy something, the history the politics (I also learn Spanish from Gaby y Laura). The day after the holiday, Laura brought in some information about La Dictadura to read and discuss during our lesson. I learned many interesting things- as we were discussing, it eventually became Laura narrating to me what things were like (though she was born just before all of this occurred). I'm going to talk about what she told me (keeping in mind that she gave me general ideas and not precise details)

Isabel Perón was the second wife of Juan Perón (his first wife being Eva/ "Evita" of course) was elected president of Argentina after Juan died. During her presidency many economic, social, and political problems arose; Laura told me there were military/political factions fighting- killing each other, bombing and kidnapping, things were in chaos.

Proceso de Reorganización Nacional- El Proceso

When the military dictatorship took over they called their reforms the National Reorganization Process- what is referred to as El Proceso.

Laura told me that during this time (1976-1983) approximately 30,000 Argentines disappeared- they were kidnapped, tortured, and murdered. A few main provinces such as Buenos Aires, Córdoba and Santiago del Estero(?) were affected by El Proceso- provinces with lots of students, political scientists, and journalists. I was told that students, journalists, political scientists- anyone who expressed sentiments or ideas opposed or not in-line with those of La Dictadura, were taken, killed, or tortured.

This sign was posted before the holiday on a building directly behind the mall- very close to where we work.

It signifies: 33 years since the coup, neither forgotten, neither pardoned.

On the 23rd of March, I was walking through the Plaza San Martín and I saw people painting these in preparation for the holiday:




The night of the 24th, there was a large march/parade with all kinds of people carrying banners and flags (FYI- pretty sure the rainbow flag here is a symbol of Andean culture, it was common to see it up north). Some of the banners had messages against violence, abuse- many were for derechos humanos (human rights).




In the Plaza San Martín, some celebrated by sitting in a circle and sharing a joint (no! we weren't "some")


There was choripan...


There were couples gettin' friendly (we always take pictures because we're still not used to the fact that PDA's are totally acceptable- you see people seriously making out on side of the street all the time).



Many children were taken during El Proceso- they were kidnapped and often times given to families of military members or to families with connections to the military. Pregnant women were tortured and their babies taken.

Madres de Plaza de Mayo

When El Proceso ended, a group of women calling themselves the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo organized and would protest in the Plaza de Mayo in Buenos Aires- I've posted some picures from my Buenos Aires trip:

They would march outside this building (like the White House of Argentina except it's the Pink House-  literally, it's the Casa Rosada where the President resides).  The Mothers are a group dedicated to finding children and other loved ones that disappeared during the dictatorship and reuniting them with their families.

My Spanish teacher Laura told me the story of a little girl that was playing in her house while her family's maid was sweeping the floor with the TV on. There was a news special with a woman being interviewed in the Plaza de Mayo.  The woman was holding up a picture of her lost granddaughter that had been kidnapped during the dictatorship (the girl's mother was killed); the maid watching the TV stopped in shock and started crying because it was the same little girl inside the house playing!  She reported to the newspaper and helped reunite this little girl with her real family.

Laura told me that there were many cases like this, and many cases where children didn't want to leave their "military" families or have anything to do with their real families.  Imagine growing up and then finding out your "family" kidnapped you from your real parents that were probably tortured and murdered.