Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Kia and Gen arrive...

Kia and Gen have arrived, and are in fine form. We've had fun showing them what we have seen of the city, and we've broken new ground together as well.

Some recent highlights have been a restaurant called Olsen, but with a line through the O, like.... c'mon HTML...... Ø. Ølsen. Yessssss..... It is a Swedish restaurant, but not in the log cabin bearded arctic explorer way. More in the streamlined teak cabinetry minimalist techno way. I had smoked pork neck and mashed potatoes. Kia had smoked trout. Gen had... salmon ravioli and Jen had seared red tuna. They specialize in vodka as well, adverstised as being served at -30C. So I had to have one, which was really more like two, served in a very tall and slim glass.

We also went to check out a musical called "Dracula: El Musical", by the music/libretto/stage direction team of Pepe Cibrián and Angel Mahler, no relation to Gustav, unfortunately. This truly was the "Cats" of Angentina; I don't know where the cats were hiding. The music could best be described as "sweeping". Constant sweeping... and when it wasn't sweeping, it was "driving", like A-Team building-a-homemade-tank music. It was clear that the drummer was reading music during these periods. The audience was very moved at all the right times. Gasps of emotion were everywhere. It was really fun to join in the gasping. Beer was on sale at the concession, and drinking while watching was totally okay, so the second half was better than the first. On the whole, it was an incredibly entertaining evening.

We also had a nice walk through Puerto Madero. In behind a fairly well-developed alley of converted warehouse buildings along the old port system is an incredible amount of construction and growth. Then behind that is an ecological reserve, which is actually a pile of rubble and infill from city construction which has been slowly reclaimed by grass and trees. It is a very strange place; we only hung out on its edge, where a dried-up human-made lake provides a foreground to a mysterious line of trees and open space behind. There seemed to be a lot of fishy people hanging around a stone plaza on the edge of all of this, and from what we could tell, this is where the middle-aged go to get drunk. Weird.

I have also been practising playing NHL hockey simulators with women perched on my lap. It makes it harder...

Stay tuned for live soccer game stories, as well as Uruguayan adventures...

3 comments:

bethy said...

hey neilandjen! how goes it? i thought that this might be of some interest to you... seeing as how, you know, it's set in buenos aires. and it's math-related.

John said...

Hi guys, just caught up on your blog. Sounds like a blast is being had. In regards to an earlier post, I'd just like to belatedly add that I'm the type of person who poops on birds. Take care, jww.

Neil B-F said...

We just watched Moebius, Beth. It was great! Whoa... math hero. He sure had loud footsteps.

And as for you JWW, I remember that time with the baby peregrine falcons... Never, never do that again.