These kids play a mean murga:
Saturday, January 31, 2009
MURGA!!!
It didn´t take long to turn the the best party I´ve been to into the 2nd best party I´ve been to... The show was amazing. There was tango and milonga and cumbia and samba and juggling AND pinkulele AND MURGA! And, of course, DANCING to MURGA! I´ll post a video when I get to a better computer. If you can´t wait until then to experience murga, look on youtube. If you like drums and dancable beats, you´ll love it!
These kids play a mean murga:
These kids play a mean murga:
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Pinkulele World Tour
Me encanta esta vida!
I met another group of travelers and, a couple nights ago, ended up in San Luis at the best party I´ve been to in quite some time... there were jugglers and all kinds of musicians and we jammed for hours, with the pinkulele, several guitars, an upright bass, some instruments I didn´t recognize, lots of drums, and everyone singing. I joined in on some local tunes and taught them some pinkulele favorites. It was great! AND, I´m going to joing them in a concert performance this Thursday night!
The 2009 Pinkulele World Tour starts in Argentina!
I met another group of travelers and, a couple nights ago, ended up in San Luis at the best party I´ve been to in quite some time... there were jugglers and all kinds of musicians and we jammed for hours, with the pinkulele, several guitars, an upright bass, some instruments I didn´t recognize, lots of drums, and everyone singing. I joined in on some local tunes and taught them some pinkulele favorites. It was great! AND, I´m going to joing them in a concert performance this Thursday night!
The 2009 Pinkulele World Tour starts in Argentina!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Obama del Sur
Even in South America, the TV had nothing but Obama coverage from Sunday - Tuesday. Me and my new house plants were glued to the news. And pinkulele sang songs of joy.
My new plants are, from left to right: peppermint, spicy pepper, cedrón, and basil. They help this house feel like a home. And they´re all delicious.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
At home in Mendoza
Well, this city has taken my heart and made it all bubbly like a soda. I love it here, and now that the Kings have gone home (I´ll miss you guys!), I´m going to relax for a while. So, I got an apartment! In Mendoza City! YEAH!!!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Every day is Kings Day
I saw my first live South American futbol match last night. AND ate my first real Brazilian barbecue. Not bad for one traveling day...
Here is the crowd. A bit thin, because it´s only the preseason, but still CRAZY.
And here are the Kings, Bruno and Antonio, doing what Kings do best: cooking meat, drinking vino, and cheering for Independiente!
Everyone at the hostel benefitted from the Kings´ churrasco skills!
Here is the crowd. A bit thin, because it´s only the preseason, but still CRAZY.
And here are the Kings, Bruno and Antonio, doing what Kings do best: cooking meat, drinking vino, and cheering for Independiente!
Everyone at the hostel benefitted from the Kings´ churrasco skills!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Balthazar, Elvis, and Balthazar
Team 3 Kings is having so much fun! This is us in Colonia, in a cochito we rented to zoom around the tiny city.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Happy Kings Day!
Felicidades Reyes!
Yesterday was the Dia de los Reyes, the last day of Christmas, the day the 3 Kings arrived to greet the new baby Jesus. It´s when many Uruguayans exchange gifts (instead of on Christmas), and it´s a day when everything is closed and the whole country goes to the beach. Well, when in Uruguay...
I spent the whole day at various beaches along the Uruguayan coast. It took awhile (like 5 Uruguayan minutes), but eventually, my Brazilian friends and I made it to the green beach. It inspired much silliness and a ukulele song.
And an ocean sunset...
After taking all day to get here, we weren´t in a hurry to leave. We found a restaurant with a great view, and got a little silly. I´m sure we were the only ones they´d had in a long time who didn´t wear pants for dinner... And another great pinkulele song is born! You can eat dinner, wearing no pants. Watch the sunset, wearing no pants. Go to the GREEN BEACH, wearing no pants. Have a Happy Kings Day, wearing no pants!
Yesterday was the Dia de los Reyes, the last day of Christmas, the day the 3 Kings arrived to greet the new baby Jesus. It´s when many Uruguayans exchange gifts (instead of on Christmas), and it´s a day when everything is closed and the whole country goes to the beach. Well, when in Uruguay...
I spent the whole day at various beaches along the Uruguayan coast. It took awhile (like 5 Uruguayan minutes), but eventually, my Brazilian friends and I made it to the green beach. It inspired much silliness and a ukulele song.
And an ocean sunset...
After taking all day to get here, we weren´t in a hurry to leave. We found a restaurant with a great view, and got a little silly. I´m sure we were the only ones they´d had in a long time who didn´t wear pants for dinner... And another great pinkulele song is born! You can eat dinner, wearing no pants. Watch the sunset, wearing no pants. Go to the GREEN BEACH, wearing no pants. Have a Happy Kings Day, wearing no pants!
Friday, January 2, 2009
Uruguay - day one
sunrise over Uruguay
I should have known when I saw their flag - similar layout as the U.S., but light blue instead of red, and a SUN in the corner. I´m sure there´s some significance to the color choice, number of stripes, etc, but I care only that this nation pledges its allegiance to El Sol. My kind of country. Hmm, Uruguay may be my new favorite. I´m glad to see jay-walking is just as prevalent here as in B.A. The dog poo everywhere, I´m not so glad to see again. In a contest of mascots, it´s a close race. Buenos Aires has its many guardian cats, but Montevideo has horses in the streets. Horses that wear hats. Seriously. This is not a tourist-luring ploy. The horses are the trash service, pulling carts hauling trash out of the city. And wearing little hats with holes for their ears to stick out. So, while Porteños like their shoes to match their bags, Uruguayos, at least in Montevideo, like their horses to wear hats.
I should have known when I saw their flag - similar layout as the U.S., but light blue instead of red, and a SUN in the corner. I´m sure there´s some significance to the color choice, number of stripes, etc, but I care only that this nation pledges its allegiance to El Sol. My kind of country. Hmm, Uruguay may be my new favorite. I´m glad to see jay-walking is just as prevalent here as in B.A. The dog poo everywhere, I´m not so glad to see again. In a contest of mascots, it´s a close race. Buenos Aires has its many guardian cats, but Montevideo has horses in the streets. Horses that wear hats. Seriously. This is not a tourist-luring ploy. The horses are the trash service, pulling carts hauling trash out of the city. And wearing little hats with holes for their ears to stick out. So, while Porteños like their shoes to match their bags, Uruguayos, at least in Montevideo, like their horses to wear hats.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Feliz Año!
It´s the first day of the year and it´s HOT out. Me encanta.
Last night, almost everyone from the hostel celebrated the new year together, drinking Quilmes and some fruity drink concocted by our resident Brazilian bartenders. We told stories in our own blend of Castellano-English-Portugues-German and sang songs (my first over-seas ukulele experience. FUN!!! and a great response) until it was time to go dance. The club opened at 2 AM and we danced until sunrise.
In other news, it looks like Monkey made it to Argentina before me, that crafty cat. He was living the sweet life in a botanical garden with dozens of his new best friends.
Last night, almost everyone from the hostel celebrated the new year together, drinking Quilmes and some fruity drink concocted by our resident Brazilian bartenders. We told stories in our own blend of Castellano-English-Portugues-German and sang songs (my first over-seas ukulele experience. FUN!!! and a great response) until it was time to go dance. The club opened at 2 AM and we danced until sunrise.
In other news, it looks like Monkey made it to Argentina before me, that crafty cat. He was living the sweet life in a botanical garden with dozens of his new best friends.
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