After Puesto Viejo, we went to the centre of Buenos Aires; the area of Puerto Madero. It is an old port, where a canal is lined with refurbished old warehouses that are now occupied by nice restaurants. Really quite a nice area. The downtown area is actually quite spectacular, unlike the downtown of Santiago which I found uninspiring (other areas of Santiago make it much more worthwhile to visit). It is full of old buildings, statues, parks and quaint little cafes, a glimpse of what Argentina was like when it was once one of the wealthiest countries in the world (or so they told me).
We took a city tour that covered most of the more famous areas and took in the feeling of the city on our walk through the neighborhood of San Telmo. Argentines seem to be a different mix of cultures than Chileans - a lot more of an Italian influence in particular. A lot more of a European influence in general, as immigration was high during Argentinas golden age. Lori and I would point out people that dressed in a weird manner (platform shoes seem to be the norm for women) or the large amounts of hair that the men would flaunt. At some point Lori pointed out a guy in very short shorts on a bike, shirtless with sweat dripping from him due to the physical exertion in he heat of Buenos Aires. He was wearing a white bucket hat and looked like he was a model for Abercrombie & Fitch. She said he was "funny". Well that opened the floodgates for me as I was now able to point out how "funny" the girls in Buenos Aires are. The range was from funny to serious, although there was some hilarity. It's not everyday that the person serving you water at a restaurant is Will Ferrel hilarious. We went to a tango show one evening and I've never laughed so much in my life. Now, I don't want to set expectations of Buenos Aires as a Comedy Central, because in truth there is a very sad and serious aspect to the city but I think people don't like to look at that part and instead focus on the funny side of life.
I wonder if my friend GP would say that I'm funny for my people.
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