Thursday, November 18, 5:30 pm, Córdoba
Three days in Córdoba have quickly come and gone, with our second Córdoba concert canceled for somewhat mysterious reasons. We’ve been ambling about quite a bit and mixing it up with our Danish klezmorim travel mates, and I have enjoyed the best smoothie ever, the Cesar Pelli (some beautiful combination of crushed ice, fresh pineapple, fresh-squeezed lemon, and fresh mint). Córdoba is a much older city than Buenos Aires, boasting lots of colleges, women in comfortable shoes (as Sandy noted immediately upon our arrival), a bit of a State Street vibe, and a look that intermingles lovely colonial Spanish architecture and grand cathedrals with fugly Brutalist apartment buildings and office towers.
Now we steel ourselves for our second overnight bus trip. Daithi, via his Córdobanian friends, had regaled us with stories of the posh trappings of Argentinian bus travel, said trappings including fully-reclining seats, movies & bingo, passable meals and free wine. While awaiting our departure from Buenos Aires, we watched more than a few of these coaches arrive and depart at the sprawling bus station, before eventually boarding a bus of a somewhat earlier and danker vintage, complete with a dinner of knockoff M&Ms (Rocklets!) and ham-flavored crackers. For this next leg, half of our party has purchased their own tickets to jump ship to the Ejecutive Bus, while the rest of us prefer to keep it reals on the steerage bus. For now, I cling to the romantic notion that we third-class bus passengers will somehow have a more vibrant and festive experience. That, plus we’ve been promised actual sandwiches for this journey. Will they be delicious tostadas, or ham-flavored crackers TOPPED WITH Golf sauce? Time will tell, friends.
According to our most recent information, upon our arrival in Mendoza tomorrow, we shall be whisked in all our bus-steeped freshness to an audience with the Mayor, to be followed by a live radio performance and interview in which we’ve been asked to banter humorously in our “Spanish”. If all goes well, we’ll also call in to WORT for the 8:00 Buzz.
Three days in Córdoba have quickly come and gone, with our second Córdoba concert canceled for somewhat mysterious reasons. We’ve been ambling about quite a bit and mixing it up with our Danish klezmorim travel mates, and I have enjoyed the best smoothie ever, the Cesar Pelli (some beautiful combination of crushed ice, fresh pineapple, fresh-squeezed lemon, and fresh mint). Córdoba is a much older city than Buenos Aires, boasting lots of colleges, women in comfortable shoes (as Sandy noted immediately upon our arrival), a bit of a State Street vibe, and a look that intermingles lovely colonial Spanish architecture and grand cathedrals with fugly Brutalist apartment buildings and office towers.
Now we steel ourselves for our second overnight bus trip. Daithi, via his Córdobanian friends, had regaled us with stories of the posh trappings of Argentinian bus travel, said trappings including fully-reclining seats, movies & bingo, passable meals and free wine. While awaiting our departure from Buenos Aires, we watched more than a few of these coaches arrive and depart at the sprawling bus station, before eventually boarding a bus of a somewhat earlier and danker vintage, complete with a dinner of knockoff M&Ms (Rocklets!) and ham-flavored crackers. For this next leg, half of our party has purchased their own tickets to jump ship to the Ejecutive Bus, while the rest of us prefer to keep it reals on the steerage bus. For now, I cling to the romantic notion that we third-class bus passengers will somehow have a more vibrant and festive experience. That, plus we’ve been promised actual sandwiches for this journey. Will they be delicious tostadas, or ham-flavored crackers TOPPED WITH Golf sauce? Time will tell, friends.
According to our most recent information, upon our arrival in Mendoza tomorrow, we shall be whisked in all our bus-steeped freshness to an audience with the Mayor, to be followed by a live radio performance and interview in which we’ve been asked to banter humorously in our “Spanish”. If all goes well, we’ll also call in to WORT for the 8:00 Buzz.
We can banter in "Spanish" on the buZz I'd you like... Hola al alcalde!
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