The little things

This has been a rough week! I am exhausted! And while everyone else seems to be looking forward to Christmas and New Year’s, I am frantically trying to get enough staff, buy enough meat, getting all the supplies we need… Argentines buy a LOT of meat for the holidays and even our regular supplier has problems getting some of the cuts. It is making me nervous! This morning I did not want to work – I did not want to talk to anyone, or do anything, or deal with the heat, or the mosquitoes… But, I had to go, so I went to the hotel and then to town to buy, well, meat. But I also stopped at the supermarket and low and behold, what did they have at our little Cañuelas supermarket? Ritter Sport Marzipan, to me one of the best chocolates ever! They were ridiculously expensive but so worth it. I got two and ate a piece of one of them just now. Ah!

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Tornado

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I am a very slow blogger, but I wanted to post a couple of photos from a crazy storm on December 2nd. It turned into a mini-tornado around here and tore up lots of old, beautiful trees, threw the roof of the barn/our “apartment complex” (but not of my unit), crushed a couple of cars, sent a washing machine flying, ripped apart several quinchos and just created a huge mess. Luckily no people or animals were hurt!

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Language musings

I really enjoy writing about language, it is fascinating to see how language is shaped by and shapes cultures, interactions, etc. Yesterday I was in Palermo Soho, a part of the city that is very cute but that I don’t really spend that much time in. It’s weird, because I adore the low buildings, the cute cafes and restaurants, and the relaxed feeling. However, it can be pricey and I find the shops very uninteresting. Also, I find the service there sometimes to be kind of annoying. Anyway, it is one of the few parts of the city where quite a few people speak English, since it is a popular area for hotels and it is very tourist friendly. This meant that in many of the shops, people would speak to me in English (I was with a Romanian friend, but she speaks Spanish as well). And here is where I get awkward: I appreciate the effort, and I don’t want to make them feel bad, so I go along, speaking English, even when the saleswoman’s English was really bad, and I am fluent in Spanish… Then I might forget it and speak to her in Spanish, and she is like “Oh, but you speak Spanish” and I say “Yes, I live here” and then I feel even more awkward! My initial politeness and appreciation for the effort then just feels weird!

The strange thing is that if I am in Italy, for instance, I want every chance I can get to speak Italian, so I will speak back in Italian even if spoken to in English. But I guess it is different because Spanish is second nature to me, after all these years; it is not like I have a strong desire to “practice” it – I speak it every day and have for years. Anyway, I thought this was amusing! It also made me think of something I would discuss with an Argentine friend in DC (hello, M!) – he always spoke Spanish to anyone he noticed was a Spanish speaker. To him, that was natural, while for me, doing that felt weird because it is not my first language and I felt I was transmitting that “hey, I speak Spanish better than you speak English”. Then again, I tend to over-analyze so it might just be that! 🙂

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Cocktail Party

While we had all these lovely Norwegians here, we threw a little cocktail party for the hotel guests. It turned out really nice! We had a bar with a bartender and a drink menu consisting of Spritz Aperol (one of my favorite drinks!), Gin&Tonic, Caipiroska, Cuba Libre, Fernet con Coca (the quintessential Argentine drink), Whiskey, and whatever other combinations the guests requested. Then we had a dinner buffet and they loved it. The chicken tacos were a huge hit, definitely something people don’t get much of around here. It even had tabasco!

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So many Norwegians!

The first week of December brought about a concentration of Norwegians that was pretty remarkable! We had three people from the Norwegian Polo Club for two full weeks (one was English but he lives in Norway.) Then another Norwegian who plays polo and came for a week; he is friends with another guest here. Then, another Norwegian girl arrived, together with two friends from Russia and Taiwan (they all live or have lived in London.) Then, for just one day, a friend of the guys from the Norwegian Polo Club, and to finish it, a Norwegian woman who lives part of the year in Rosario came to stay. So seven Norwegians plus me, crazy! I wish I had gotten a photo of all us together, bummer… The interesting thing is that only one of them came because of me, all the others came through other connections, such as the pros, the owner, and other guests.

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Cats on a hot tin roof

Or rather, on a cement roof. It was funny to take a photo of them from this angle! Unfortunately one of the dogs killed another cat two days ago. 😦

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Consuming less

While I lived in DC, I read a couple of books and websites related to living as a minimalist, such as The Simple Dollar and Miss Minimalist. I in no way became a real minimalist, but I do like the concept: with less stuff, we free up time and resources, save money, we help the environment through reducing and reusing, and simply make our lives easier. Compared to many people in the US, I had a small one bedroom apartment, but of course, compared to the vast majority of people in the world I was living in luxury. While I was pretty good at pairing down on most of my belongings, I found it harder to get rid of and cut down on clothes. However, moving to Argentina seems to have solved a lot of that! There are three main reasons for why I buy so much less here, and why I am still using basically everything I brought here.

  1. Living in the campo: This means two things; the first being that I am just far away from places where I would normally shop. Cañuelas is ten kilometers away and as far as clothing goes, I have bought one t-shirt and one dress there, over the course of a year. I have hardly bought any other items for myself there either, other than a fan. Buenos Aires is a good 65 kilometers away, and I often go by bus, which limits what I can bring back. Secondly, living in the countryside definitely lowers any kind of fashion standards. I get dirty all the time, whether it is from the animals or from cleaning the storage room or from carrying a dirty box, so I wear lots of jeans. Everyone else is quite casual too, so it just seems normal to dress down. I do miss all those dresses I wore at the IDB! I have some of them here, and bring them out for special occasions.
  2. No. Time. At. All. I have wanted to buy new jeans for about three months now, but I never seem to find the time! When I have a little time off, I prioritize other things, such as seeing friends, sleeping, or getting pedicures.
  3. Unfortunately, “Made in Argentina” is no badge of honor; things are often poorly made, bad quality, and not cheap. And foreign chains like Zara are really quite expensive. So that takes away a lot of the incentive to shop clothes. I did get stuff when I was in Europe in August, because you can get cheap and totally fine quality stuff easily there. (Relatively speaking, clothes are very cheap in Norway.) Of course there is a whole other story here, about how cheap clothes are produced in horrible conditions in factories in Asia, Central America, etc. but I won’t get into that right now.
  4. Edited to add: Living in a very cash based economy. I use cash for basically everything I buy here, so that means if I don’t have cash, I don’t buy it. Using foreign credit cards is a horrible deal, since it means using the official exchange rate. So I see no need to use my savings to be able to use credit cards.

So, an unintended consequence of working all the time and living in the boonies – less consumption, less waste, more reuse!

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Busy busy busy!

I sound like a broken record but things are really busy around here! We are in the middle of the temporada grande, or big season, for polo, and therefore of course there are lots of polo interested people visiting to play and to watch polo. The biggest change from earlier in the season is that there isn’t that much difference between weekdays and weekends – Thursday night we had 18 for dinner, for instance. This afternoon is quieter though, there are only about eight people in the hotel right now, the rest have gone to Palermo for the second to last weekend of the Argentine Open. Have to say it is kind of nice!

At least today is Caturday:

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Norwegian Polo Club visits Argentina!

While all the high level action is taking place in Palermo, we have lots of polo going on here as well, both with the regular club members and with the polo holiday guests who are here to play and improve. This includes three members of the Norwegian Polo Club! How cool is that. (I am embarrassed I never went to see them when I was in Norway, it would have been so much fun…) They are all super nice and I am of course thrilled to be speaking Norwegian all the time!

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I, a person who drives cars

It is almost surreal to me that I am now a person that drives quite a lot. I drive to source and shop for the hotel, and now I also sometimes drive to go places for personal reasons. I have now driven in Buenos Aires many times, mainly for work but also for pleasure, and it just seems so weird to me – before coming here, my driving was very limited. I got a US driver’s license at age 25, because I never bothered to get it in Norway; it is extremely expensive and I didn’t want to spend my money on it. In DC, I had a Zipcar membership, but I didn’t use it very often, only a few times a year to go to IKEA and to pick people up from the airport. I don’t like cars at all – I don’t like talking about them, I hate car-centric developments, I love trains and bikes and buses. So it is pretty funny that I went from almost no driving (and only automatic) to driving in a large Latin American city. From 0 to 100, really. For those who know BsAs, I have driven on General Paz in the worst of Friday rush hour, I have done the piquetes on the highway, 9 de julio late a night (and my favorite, Corrientes), and 25 de mayo – Ricchieri – Autopista Ezeiza-Cañuelas more times than I can count. And I really surprise myself when I drive in the city; with all the craziness, I actually almost enjoy it. You never seize to be amazed!

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