Lots of rebuilding on the Seaside Heights boardwalk. I spent many hours at Barnacle Bill’s mini-golf, and it looks like there’s still a lot of work before the arcade is finished. But Bill seems to be lounging before taking his summertime post on Route 35.
Last week, I was in Santa Fe, NM, even though my knowledge of New Mexico was essentially limited to Georgia O’Keeffe and my coworker, Karen.
Home base was in Santa Fe, but we also made trips out to Albuquerque, Madrid, and Taos Pueblo, all of which were fantastic. As someone from one of the most densely populated states, it was mesmerizing to see so much empty space. It was like an infinite landscape. No matter how far you drove, you still saw nothing but mountains, desert, and the occasional cow. And it was beautiful.
My favorite tidbit that I learned was that when you ask for both red and green chili on your food, it’s called “Christmas.” Cute, no?
I’m working on ten small canvases that will be painted by Jersey Cares volunteers and then hung in a local high school. It was more difficult than I thought it would be to come up with ten designs within a week, but I’m enjoying the process (and I’m just about finished!).
The best part of going to Buenos Aires is that it’s given me a real push to start learning Spanish again. And alfajores. I’ve been trying to use Mafalda to practice reading Spanish, while simultaneously savoring the alfajores I brought home (and also found in Union City. Yum!).
Last week, I was in Buenos Aires, Argentina on a meetup with my coworkers at WordPress.com. We stayed in San Telmo, not far from the river and smack dab in the middle of the weekend antique market. Coming from a seemingly never-ending winter in New Jersey, the end-of-summer weather in Argentina was such a welcome relief.
A few of us went to El Querandí, a tango show, that went through the historical evolution of tango through the performance itself. It was neat to see how the styles, as well as the role of tango in culture and society, changed over time. However, one of my favorite parts of the trip was the boat ride we took up the Paraná. Despite thinking of myself as a “city person,” time spent outside of the city always seems to be the most memorable for me.
