Friday, February 16, 2007

Learning to Tango like Tom & Jerry in Fort Worth, TX

I learned to tango like Tom&Jerry, following dotted lines and shapes of feet that danced on the TV screen following the tango rhythm.

I would have preferred to learn to dance through a different method. But unfortunately, the chubby and badly dressed woman from one of those “teach yourself” videos, was the only one available to teach us in an old house in Fort Worth, Texas, the capital of country music.

Neither the place, nor the teachers were ideal to learn to tango. But I had no way out. My friends wanted me to represent Argentina by dancing tango at the 2005 International Banquet at Texas Christian University.

My Colombian friend Mauricio Oliveros and me, put a lot of effort and dedication, to learn how to do the “ochos” and the turns. We practiced over and over again, playing the videos in slow motion so we could take a good look at each move. After a couple of weeks, we had “learned” to tango, or so we thought, and we presented our show at the Banquet.

Our public, with little knowledge about tango, warmly applauded the show and our effort. Even though at that moment I was satisfied because I had shared a little of my culture with the audience, I also knew I had indebted myself with my roots: at some point I needed to learn how to really tango.

Consequently, when I reached Buenos Aires, I signed up at the first milonga I heard about; it was my opportunity to pay off my debt and corroborate how much I had actually learned from those videos.

With a different partner, but the same enthusiasm and eagerness to learn, I put on my dancing shoes and went to La Viruta at the Club Armenio located in Palermo. When we arrived, the place appeared to be empty, but as soon as we heard the first harmony of a tango, the dancers took hold of the floor.

There were so many people on the dancing floor that it was difficult to dance more than three seconds without bumping into someone. On top of that, as beginners we were too busy looking at our feet to pay attention to the other dancers.

We were like wheel-less bumping cars lost in a fun and chaotic, yet tolerant place.

After dancing for about two hours, I think I made the first payment to settle my debt. Although I will need to take many more classes to be able to settle my debt completely. But at the same time I must admit the “teach yourself” videos gave me a strong base that will enable me to learn quickly.

Additional information: Where to tango in Argentina

It’s time I talk about my city: Buenos Aires, Argentina

After spending half of my life living outside of Argentina, I decided to return to rediscover Buenos Aires, a complex, dynamic, and energic city that is always undergoing change.

I am excited I will be able to undust some memories while I hear the dry sound of my hills on San Telmos’ cobblestone streets, visit the areas of town that have been redesigned like Palermo SOHO and Palermo Hollywood, and taste the sweetness of dulce de leche.

At the same time, I am also nervous because I am vulnerable to the anguish that overtakes you when you discover places you used to like have deteriorated with time.

Little by little, while I am here, I will talk about different parts of my city, different traditions, ways of transportation or anything I can think about.

I am a citizen of the world. But I am also Argentinean. For that reason I invited you to embark yourself on this trip through my native land.

Undressed by People’s Look in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia


As I walked I felt those men undressed me with their looks. I felt exposed, unprotected, observed by their possessive looks.

That night I felt uncomfortable walking down the streets of Kuala Lumpur, an unusual feeling in a city where you don’t have to worry about safety issues.

In occasions, I had felt disgusted walking through the city since the sewages are located on the sidewalks, and when it rains, the smell of wet excrement is unbearable, but I had never felt unsafe before.

Kuala Lumpur is an interesting place because it is the permanent hostess of three different cultures that interact with each other on a daily basis.

According to the Malaysian Constitution, bumiputras, are the real Malays: a bumiputra is a person who “professes the religion of Islam, habitually speaks the Malay language, conforms to Malay customs and is the child of at least one parent who was born within the Federation of Malaysia before independence on the 31st of August 1957".

Even though the constitution does not specify a dress code, bumiputra women cover their bodies with long, long sleeve colorful dressesd, and they hide their hair with handkerchiefs that match the color of their dresses.

On the other hand, people of Chinese descent, a minority omnipresent in the economic, culinary and commercial sectors, communicate with each other using mandarin, they are usually Buddhists, or practice Taoism, and walk around freely wearing the latest style western clothing and extravagant hair styles with excessive hair mousse.

Hindus are the third group that cohabitates in Malaysia, making up about 10 percent of the total population, adding diversity to the country with words in tamil, hindi and malayalam, and decorating the place with the colorful saris that women wear.

The members of each of these groups conserve their traditions, costumes, language and their dress styles. Although there is little interaction between these groups, they all respect each other and speak English to break cultural barriers and ease the communication between them.

During the summer, between June and August, Muslims from Northern Africa and different Middle Eastern countries move to Malaysia to escape the unbearable heat of their home countries, adding more diversity to Kuala Lumpur.

However, this new component alters the local cultural landscape: wherever you look, you find men with rigid features and torrid beards accompanied by numerous family members and women completely covered with black tunics (abaya) and veils (niqab).

When you first take a look at these covered women, they appear to be identical black shadows, but after taking a careful look, you notice many differences that distinct each one of them from the veil’s anonymity: each one has a different cadence when they walk; decorations on their abayas and the veil’s material also help you identify their status and social class.

When I looked at these women through the TV set, I would ask myself why these women wanted and/or accepted to cover themselves. Yet, after feeling explored by these men’s looks, at some point I must admit I wished I was covered so I could walk in peace.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Hostel & Hotel Finders

Great pages to find information about hotels and hostels before you travel:

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Booking Buddy: www.bookingbuddy.com
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BootsnAllTravel: www.bootsnall.com


Expedia: www.expedia.com
  • Hotels
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  • Car renting
  • Vacation packages
  • Cruises
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Hostel Bookers: www.hostelbookers.com

Hostel Times: www.hosteltimes.com
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Hostel Traveler: www.hosteltraveler.com

Hostel World: www.hostelworld.com

Hostelling International: http://www.hihostels.com
  • Hoteles
  • Apartments
  • Tours
  • Traveling guides

Trip Advisor: http://www.tripadvisor.com
  • Restaurants
  • Shows & Entertainment
  • Flights
  • Hotels
  • Car rental

Euro Trip: http://www.hostelling.com

Venere: http://www.venere.com/

Students: Cheap Flight Websites

These pages are fantastic if you are a student searching cheap flights and accommodations...

International Student Travel Confederation: http://www.isic.org

  • Plane, train, bus and ferry tickets
  • Travel packages
  • Travel insurance
  • Discount cards
  • Hotel/hostel information

Student Universe: www.studentuniverse.com-

  • Travel insurance
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An Argentinean Lost in the Streets of Bangkok, Thailand

In Bangkok, I felt tiny, surrounded by majestuous temples and imposing golden Buddha Statues that left me without words.

For that reason, this time I will leave the pictures to speak for me, even though unfortunately I could not take pictures inside the temples:


Temple in the Grand Palace

The Grand Palace


The Reclining Buddha


Fasting Buddha at the The Marble Temple

Shopping like Malaysians

Grocery shopping is an inescapable chore that we tend to leave for the weekend, when we have a little more free time. Malaysians cannot escape this routinary errand either. That’s why every Saturday merchants set up their markets is diverse sections of Kuala Lumpur, so Malaysians can shop for their weekly provisions.

The first market we visited was covered. Inside, the zigzagging hallways resembled a labyrinths filled with buckets full of huge fishes, live chicken tied to food stands’ tables, baskets with fresh fruits and vegetables and bags of salty dried fish, which made it hard for you to walk through the market.

The place was chaotic and tranquil at the same time. Each item seemed to have its place in that disorganized place, and the vendors did everything with meticulous precision: they would pick a fish from a bucket with their hands, hit it hard on the table until it went numb, and then they killed it by hitting it with a stick. Afterwards, they would cut its head off with a sharp knife as they held it strongly with the other hand. At that point they would take out the scams, throw the blood to the floor, and place the fish in the front of the table so they could start the process all over again.

In the second market we went to, everything appeared to be dirty, noisy and anarchic. In this open-air market those who sold fruit displyed their merchandise next to the fishermen, and these offered their stinky products next to the ladies that sold embroided underwear (an item not highly demanded in an atmosphere that smelled like fish and still water).

Here, sellers were less careful with the merchandise and they screamed loudly to gain the customers' attention. Considering the large number of people that frequented this place, merchants here did not sell live chicken. Instead they hanged the entire unfeathered chickens over their heads. This image of recently skinned white and black chicken, with bent necks and stiff legs that seemed to be pleading for mercy was so strong, that I was unable to digest the chicken that mom prepared for lunch with love.

Grocery shopping like Malaysians was an unforgettable experience. But I think I am a victim of having been raised in the city, and when we talk about meat I prefer not to meet the live animal beforehand.

Planning your vacations: Flight Information

To plan your vacations you need to find transportation and accommodations. For that reason, I have decided to add this section to assist you in your planning.

Here we can share traveling websites, tips, planning methods, searching methods, or anything you an think of that could make our lives easier next time we start making plans to take some time off.

I leave you here some of the websites that I know about and I commonly use. Hopefully, with your help, I can update it and extend it.

Thank you for your help, good luck and have a safe trip!

Hope you find this information useful:

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NORTH AND SOUTH AMERICA

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

El Rastro of Madrid Where Rivers of People Erase

El Rastro of Madrid it is not only the “city’s most emblematic market” as the brochures claim, but it is also a unique Sunday experience where you can discover curious articles as you swim your way through rivers of people.

Every Sunday and festive occasions, thousands of people concentrate inside the triangle formed by three metro stations: La Latina, Puerta de Toledo and Embajadores, and set their mobile stores where they display their merchandise: from handcrafts, antiques and collection items, to kitchen utensils, photographs, posters and souvenirs, among other things.

Some of them sell items, others buy or exchange. Some of them offer new merchandise, while others display used articles. Some of them have fixed prices, while others prefer to negotiate and adjust their prices according to each costumer. Diverse ways to do business in an open air market that offers a non-traditional buying experience.

El Rastro inherited its name from the trails of blood that were left behind in the area when the market functioned as a meat market. Although you can no longer see the trails, or sense the pungent smell of blood; the tradition installed by tanners and ranchers to sell products derived from cattle the tradition of exchanging items in this part of the city is still alive.

In the XIX Century, the market started to become more diverse as merchants that sold furniture, jewelry and other valuable items started to commercialize their merchandise at El Rastro; eventually, more and more merchants starting coming to the area until it metamorphosed into what we know today: a never-ending array of colorful items lost in waterfalls of people that try to discover them as they float through the market.

Sharing love in Venezuela, Argentina and the US for Valentine´s Day


Love, sometimes means caring. Sometimes means patience. Sometimes tolerance. Other times undestanding or even passion. It can also mean containment, tenderness, company or compassion...

In different parts of the world, people tend to express their love towards others is similar way. However, when it is time to choose their mates, the rituals vary from country to country.

When I lived in Venezuela, men invested many hours until they conquered the heart of the girl they liked. They visited her house on a daily basis through weeks, they bought them presents and flattered them until they received her approval. In given occasions, the girl would receive the boy in the garden or the front of the house for various weeks, until she decided he was a suitable candidate and allowed him to enter the house.

On the other hand, in Argentina, couples usually meet randomly at a bar, a disco, on top of a public bus, at a party, at a park... While other times they get introduced by friends or family members. Whichever way, in this country men don’t have to court women as long as Venezuelans to gain their love.

In the US, when a man likes a woman, he usually invites her out on a date so they can get to know each other better and hopefully conquer her that way.

Nevertheless, these are generalizations of what generally happens in each of these countries, and things don’t always happen this way. There are always exceptions, and today, more and more women choose to take the first step to conquer the man.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all. Although every day is a good day to share the love.