Museo Casa Carlos Gardel

Today, a few unrelated things happened.

One, my host brother from Dartmouth left -- leaving me goodies like peanut butter and his Argentine cellphone. Woo!

Two, I read a chapter in my thesis-preparation book. A start.

Three, I went to the Carlos Gardel museum. Carlos Gardel, according to Wikipedia and the museum, is kind of a big guy in tango history. I came for a free story-telling event, which was actually pretty cool, although I was by far the youngest person there. Pictures are all from the museum and event.

(the inscription on this plaque reads "Esta casa perteneció a Carlos Gardel y en ella vivió junto a Doña Berta, su madre durante los últimos años de su vida" (This house belonged to Carlos Gardel, and he lived here with his mother during the last years of his life)

In other news, there have been protests here the past two nights, known as "cacerolazos" – so-named because of the main form of protest being banging on pots and pans ("cacerolas"), although other popular forms of protest include honking car horns and making noise with musical instruments (I say noise, because although there are occasionally recognizable tunes, it is mostly just noise).

Another cacerolaza is planned for Monday night, and my host mom is going to join in for the first time ever in her life – I may as well. I have somewhat of a stake in this protest, as the Argentine issues with the US dollar are affecting me too [as far as I understand, the protests are generally anti the Kirchner government, especially in terms of policies regarding access to US dollars].

My general disinclination to join protests because of the noise and crowds may prevent me however, although the protests here seem to be more people standing on their balconies than crowds in the street. Which also explains my lack of pictures...

I hope everyone is enjoying their weekends, and more from me later. :)

Brianna