BsAs Wrap Up

The Buquebus ferry tomorrow leaves at 8 am to take us across the river to the capital of Uruguay, montevideo. It´s about a 3 hour ride and I´ll be in Uruguay for about a week.

Few more favorites from BA, not including the soccer game which deserved its own entry:
1. Sunday mornings are still the most peaceful, slow time in the city. Especially today, when tons of fathers and grandfathers were walking with their kids and dogs around the parks in the city. Some of my best memories will be Sunday mornings here.

2. Morón field experience was last Tuesday and Wednesday. We got to talk to Hilario, a 30ish guy who plays several roles in the Sabbatella municipal government, all while getting a PhD at the same time. Drinking mate and hearing about reworking the budget so that they could take a decent census of the city without federal aid, and how beneficial this has been was really cool. There really is nothing different between Morón and a dozen other major municipalities on the border of the federal capital. They just are improving their city by fair government. On Wednesday, we sat in on a tense community meeting to decide which residents of a shanty town would receive public housing units. But since there were elected neighborhood reps there and because they followed the criteria they generated in community meetings, all agreed the process was as unbiased and fair as possible. We´ll see how Morón compares to other places I´ll travel.

3. Museo de Bellas Artes in BA- probably the best art museum I´ve been to in my life. I actually recognized the Rodins, Degas, Picasso, Pollacks, Rothkos, and more that were all over. Very impressed. Spent like 4 hours here on Thursday afternoon with a few others from class.

4. Argentine playground equipment is so fun. We climbed up a 25 foot high rope tree in Puerto Madero yesterday. No warning signs or restrictions against 5 year olds doing the same thing. We were bouncing around trying to knock each other off balance, and the parents of the kiddos near us didn´t seem to mind that their kids were about to plummet at any moment.