Buenos Aires
Apparently, I have a Spanish accent… Not all the time (that would be odd), but when I am speaking Spanish.
Now this assertion can only have been made outside of Spain, because there are a good few folk in Spain who might want to disagree; but that’s another story…
I have been told about my accent a few times over the last week – and you may have worked out from other posts that I am currently in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Coming in by air; Buenos Aires is huge, huge and remote… or at least it seems remote after flying over what looked like farm land for a couple of hours before touchdown. Green would be another description, the area around the airport is very green, lots of pampas grass – of course.
There are some rather strange activities going on at traffic lights, walking out in front of the traffic with advertising hoardings seems a little odd at first; but I suppose we have the sandwich board men in the UK as well these days.
Entertaining the traffic with flaming ‘bolas’ we don’t have; well not yet; I may have a bit more time on my hands soon so I might set up stall at the Bearwood lights, I think it could be a winner.
Another bit of private enterprise going on seems to be rubbish sorting, there are quite large piles all over town with folk rummaging about in them; they seem to be looking for the cardboard, I didn’t expect to see this kind of thing…
They call Buenos Aires ‘The Paris of the South’, if you need a comparison I would have to say Barcelona would be a better match; but this is first impressions…
