Plazas, Sundays,
Parks, and Snakes
After a few weeks on the farm, Stephanie and I made for
Mendoza city, the province’s capital. It’s a remarkably liveable city: unlike
the endless Buenos Aires, whose borderlines seem more the stuff of legend than
of reality, Mendoza is easily walkable, and adds to that more open and green
space, and notable tilework in the plazas. When we headed for the city there
was only one thing on my to-do list: bicycle wine touring. Which meant we were
at a bit of a loss for what to do with our other day and half there. (If we’d
planned further ahead, we could have taken advantage of rafting, hiking, or
adventure sports in the area). As it was, we turned out to be pretty lucky.
Our
first night in the town we found a rock concert to raise attention to AIDS and
sexual health taking place in the main plaza. For dinner we sampled the wine
Mendoza is famed for, and got perhaps the most stereotypical meal possible:
steak cooked in wine. (Another dish on the menu sounded like Argentina’s
response to the Atkin’s diet: pizza with a steak instead of a crust.)
The
plaza is a very active place, and, it being Argentina, home to some impressive
crafts stands. On a later night, we stumbled across a live tango orchestra,
celebrating the famous tango singer Carlos Gardel’s birthday with a show. Audience
members of all sorts, some dressed elegantly, some wearing sandals and street
clothes, paired up to dance.
Our
first full day in Mendoza was a Sunday, an unfortunate mistake. We wanted to
visit some wine tasting places, but most shops shut down on Sundays. (Speaking
of wine, for those of you who would rather eat your drinks than drink them, consider
trying Malbec ice cream, a flavor that came in season in my last few
days). We flipped through my guidebook
and decided to check out a huge park in the area. It’s quite pretty, with many
nice places to walk, and dotted with playgrounds. If you’re looking for a
picnic area, a way to occupy young kids, or just want to see some nice nature,
it’s worth a stop.
Now,
what we were looking forward to next, was seeing an ancient aquarium. My
guidebook described it as an “underwater freak show” of preserved oddities from
the sea, and suggested that the aquarium was likely unchanged since its
installation in 1945, save for the level of algae on the glass. With a
description like this, I couldn’t resist. Reality, however, could. We had
chosen to come the year that someone finally decided to renovate the aquarium
and it was closed to the public. Across the street, however, was a little
snake-etarium, hosting a variety of snakes, a few large spiders, and other
reptiles. Much of the charm was in the posters, which disproved snake
stereotypes I had never heard of (snakes do not, in fact, drink cow’s milk, for
example) and underlined that the only way to deal with snake venom is to get
treated with an antivenom (do not try to suck out the venom, don’t apply a
tourniquet, don’t cauterize the bite, drink alcohol if you want but don’t
expect it to help . . . ). A few interesting facts I gleaned are that snakes
are deaf, and that to make an antivenom, a scientist injects a small amount of
diluted venom into a horse, removes some of the horse’s blood, and separates
out the antibodies.
We also made a stop by the Modern Arts museum (Museo Municipal de Artes Moderno) , located in the plaza. It was tiny, about 1 room, with a few nice wood sculptures, some obvious photoshops, and a less-than-inspiring very abstract movie. Not worth your time.
We also made a stop by the Modern Arts museum (Museo Municipal de Artes Moderno) , located in the plaza. It was tiny, about 1 room, with a few nice wood sculptures, some obvious photoshops, and a less-than-inspiring very abstract movie. Not worth your time.
Guidebook
I have a Lonely Planet guidebook, which has been rather
useful. The latest edition doesn’t include street numbers in its maps, and is
usually off on price listings, but has handy details like phone numbers and
street addresses. Everyone in my study abroad program owned Lonely Planet,
which suggest its either good, or trendy.
Snake-etarium
There is some more exact and legit sounding name for this
place, but I don’t remember. It’s worth an hour or so, and is cheap, only AR $7,
if memory serves.
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