Dan in Argentina: City Views

November 17, 2015
It's no Westhampton Lake, but it'll do. This small lake in the middle of Buenos Aires has geese, ducks and other fauna, is just about the same size as Westhampton, and, on a nice day you, can roller-blade and bike-ride around it. The only real differences are the tall palm trees surrounding it and, of course, it's hemispherical difference.

It’s no Westhampton Lake, but it’ll do. This small lake in the middle of Buenos Aires has geese, ducks and other fauna, is just about the same size as Westhampton, and, on a nice day you, can roller-blade and bike-ride around it. The only real differences are the tall palm trees surrounding it and, of course, it’s hemispherical difference.

 

It's quickly becoming the summer in Buenos Aires and the palm trees finally make sense. Before recently, temperatures ranged from high 40s in July to low 70s around Halloween. Now, two weeks into November, we are hitting 80 consistently! The foliage here is uniquely a mixture of oak and palm trees that blend together beautifully...especially now that it's warming up! (BTW, that's what their school buses look like)

It’s quickly becoming the summer in Buenos Aires and the palm trees finally make sense. Before recently, temperatures ranged from high 40s in July to low 70s around Halloween. Now, two weeks into November, we are hitting 80 consistently! The foliage here is uniquely a mixture of oak and palm trees that blend together beautifully…especially now that it’s warming up! (BTW, that’s what their school buses look like)

 

This is my morning coffee view. Now that it's so nice out, every morning, I drink my cup of coffee on the balcony and listen to the hustle and bustle of the city.

This is my morning coffee view. Now that it’s so nice out, every morning, I drink my cup of coffee on the balcony and listen to the hustle and bustle of the city.

 

Walking to a bus stop the other day in a part of the city I don't often go, I passed this great little park where everyone was enjoying the sun and the nice summer climate. Parks like these are common all around Buenos Aires and I love stumbling across them.

Walking to a bus stop the other day in a part of the city I don’t often go, I passed this great little park where everyone was enjoying the sun and the nice summer climate. Parks like these are common all around Buenos Aires and I love stumbling across them.

 


Dan In Argentina: A True Porteño

November 5, 2015
The word "porteño" is what you call someone from Buenos Aires. As the weeks and months pass, I am feeling more and more like a true porteño. Recently, a bunch of my friends and I took a cooking class on traditional Argentine foods. We made empanadas, beef stew and a dulce de leche desert. It was one of the best meals I've had here! And it tasted even better knowing I had kneaded the dough and stirred the stew. This, among others, was a cultural experience for which UR reimbursed the cost.

The word “porteño” is what you call someone from Buenos Aires. As the weeks and months pass, I am feeling more and more like a true porteño. Recently, a bunch of my friends and I took a cooking class on traditional Argentine foods. We made empanadas, beef stew and a dulce de leche desert. It was one of the best meals I’ve had here! And it tasted even better knowing I had kneaded the dough and stirred the stew. This, among others, was a cultural experience for which UR reimbursed the cost.

 

Also like a true porteño, I recently took a day trip to Delta del Tigre, a small residential town north of the city, in the province of Buenos Aires. This area is made up of a bunch of islands separated by narrow canals, streams and rivers. You can take boat taxis to different islands, have a picnic and just relax. Here's a picture of me being awkward on a small bridge connecting two close islands.

Also like a true porteño, I recently took a day trip to Delta del Tigre, a small residential town north of the city, in the province of Buenos Aires. This area is made up of a bunch of islands separated by narrow canals, streams and rivers. You can take boat taxis to different islands, have a picnic and just relax. Here’s a picture of me being awkward on a small bridge connecting two close islands.

 

I, being my true porteño self, also experienced the beauty of an Argentine asado recently. An asado is the equivalent of the American cookout. My host family invited me to their first asado of the summer. As meat cooked on the huge grill, a fragrant smoke filled the room! Along with regular steaks and chorizo sausages, I tried (and subsequently did not enjoy) cow intestines and blood pudding... but of course, as a porteño, I had to try.

I, being my true porteño self, also experienced the beauty of an Argentine asado recently. An asado is the equivalent of the American cookout. My host family invited me to their first asado of the summer. As meat cooked on the huge grill, a fragrant smoke filled the room! Along with regular steaks and chorizo sausages, I tried (and subsequently did not enjoy) cow intestines and blood pudding… but of course, as a porteño, I had to try.

 


Jiaqi in Italy: Parma & Bergamo: Probably the Best of Italy

November 4, 2015

There is no better way to learn about Italy than visiting its less-known, more relaxed cities. With the intention of going off the beaten paths, I visited Parma and Bergamo last weekend for a weekend escape from the 24/7 dynamic Milan. I want to hunt for the humble trattorias and their simple, satisfying, inexpensive cooking. I want to look into those elegant, tranquil courtyards inside of the residential houses with historic outlooks. I listen to how people talk on the train, how they converse with the baristas while quickly sipping their espressos, and how they complain about the weather over phone.

 

Town of Parma

Town of Parma

 

Historic center of Parma

Historic center of Parma

 

I come to Parma because like everyone, I want to pretend for a day at least, that I am Italian. There is no easier city to do that in than Parma. One can walk the markets without bumping shoulders with other tourists, eat a sandwich made of the irresistible local prosciutto at any hour of the day, have a late aperitif down an alley cast in an orange sunset glow. Walk along a narrow street in the historic center and see grandmas hang wet clothes from the balcony.

 

Teatro Farnese di Parma

Teatro Farnese di Parma

 

Parma and high art don’t collide often in the same sentence, but when I am standing in the middle of Teatro Farnese and reading through Correggio’s fresco masterpieces in National Gallery of Parma, I am left completely speechless. Those artists have built these works with meticulousness and extreme attention to details. Looking at these frescos and wooden panels, I can truly feel the religious piety that these artists have devoted into their art.

 

HIstoric Bergamo

Historic Bergamo

 

A peak inside Bergamo

A peak inside-Bergamo

 

Under the roof-Bergamo

Under the roof-Bergamo

 

Bergamo, a gorgeous city slightly north of Milan, is also a precious gem overshadowed by its metropolitan neighbor. Housed the  stunning Renaissance-style Basilica di Santa Maria Maggiore, Bergamo also features Venetian rocky city walls and fascinating underground waterways. Hidden and understated elegance, is the characteristic that Bergamo shares with Milan. Inside of every torn down residence exterior, there is always a cozy and chic courtyard. La dolce vita to the core.


Lindsay in Thailand: ‘T’ is for Thailand & Bye Teow (Travels)

November 4, 2015

Since being in Khon Kaen, the occasional cabin fever feeling has fueled many of my last minute travels. My first trip was actually outside of Thailand. On a Wednesday I booked a ticket for Singapore and on Friday I arrived, much to the shock of both Colleen and I. Colleen, a fellow UR blogger, was one of the first friends I made at Richmond. She was my freshman hall neighbor in Laura Robins and we lived through the always awkward and transitional first year together. She is one of those people that can make me question how I went eighteen years of my life not knowing her, so when I found out we would still be living in the same hemisphere this semester, I could not have been happier.

 

I can’t believe there’s a boat in the sky!

I can’t believe there’s a boat in the sky!

 

My reunion travel began late Thursday night with an over-night bus adventure to Bangkok, taxi drive to the airport, and plane ride. At two in the afternoon Friday, I finally arrived on the island city-state. Standing in the Singapore airport that prides itself on being “an experience in itself” with a broken phone, I questioned if I would ever find Colleen. By pure luck, I bumped into her twenty minutes after landing and our adventurous weekend began.

After the exchanges of “oh my goodness I’ve missed you” hugs, “how is life” responses, and “look what happened” pictures, we ate dinner in one of the well-known ‘hawker centres’ filled with superb street fare (and Indian food I had been craving so much). We wandered about the city streets, perched on an apartment rooftop, and eventually made our way to the CÉ LA VI bar and observation deck atop the Marina Bay Sands Resort The dancing lasting until four in the morning and the amazing view of the modern city made for a pretty surreal night.

 

The ever so majestic Gardens by the Bay

The ever so majestic Gardens by the Bay

 

The next day, we walked…a lot. We were able to pack in an extensive tour of the city and even found time for yoga and a catnap atop a magical rooftop garden. We spent the rest of the night strolling through the Gardens by the Bay and laying in the grass marveling at the twinkling lights and harmonious music. This was when a “oh my goodness I can’t believe I’m here” moment kicked in and I left the gardens with such a love for this city. Of course, we could not have finished the night more perfectly than with the ice cream and chick flick we mindlessly consumed. This weekend getaway ended too soon as weekends always do, but it was so nice to spend time in such a wonderful city with an even more wonderful friend!

Continuing the last minute planning trend, my next trip to Chiang Mai, Thailand was very unexpected. Two girls on my program, Leah and Julia, and I mentioned doing a weekend trip on Monday. It was not until Friday that the subject came about again and one hour later, we were in a taxi on our way to the Khon Kaen bus station. A ten-hour bus ride to Chiang Mai was the only thing we knew we had booked for our weekend trip. We did not have hostel reservations, day tours, or tickets back to Khon Kaen, but we were not concerned.

 

Even with our last minute decision, we made it to the bus station just in the nick of time.

Even with our last-minute decision, we made it to the bus station just in the nick of time.

 

I still stand by the idea that a lack of formal plans or expectations makes for the best adventures. Somehow for me, everything always seems to work out, even if I least expect it to. The three of us managed to check into a hostel at 8:25 a.m., and by 8:35 we were running to catch a songtow (a ‘taxi’ like mode of transportation that is essentially two-rows of seats in the back of a truckbed) with our half-cooked pancakes in hand for a day trip trek. What makes Chiang Mai one of the most popular destinations in Thailand is because of its combination of lively night markets, ancient wall ruins, and magnificent mountains, all of which we were able to take advantage of.

 

Elephant hand hug

Elephant hand hug

 

We began our day visiting an elephant recovery center. We fed the elephants bananas and bamboo, and even bathed them in the river. The elephant I was giving a bath, Di Jai, however, decided she did not want to take a bath anymore and walked out of the river. Meanwhile, I was still on her back left wondering how in the world I was going to get down.

 

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After we visited with the elephants, we trekked our way up to a waterfall near where the Hill Tribes reside. We swam and splashed in the water until it was time to go rafting. Julia, Leah, and I were assigned to a canoe with another couple and our rafting instructor. He led his unexperienced team through some pretty incredible rapids and showed us the best views of vast mountains and lush rice fields. We ended the day with the largest night market in Chiang Mai filled with silks, Thai pants, and even live animals, and eventually made our way home to Khon Kaen the following day. Chiang Mai is an incredible city that is too big to see in a day and a half, so I hope to return there someday soon.

My next travel destination, Nong Khai, is a small treasure nestled beside the Mekong River just two hours from Khon Kaen. The capital of Laos, Vientiane, is situated just on the other side of the Friendship Bridge, an Australian infrastructure connecting the country with Thailand and aiding Laos development. From my guesthouse situated beside the calm running water, I felt like I could almost touch Laos.

The city of Nong Khai is quite tranquil and charming. Upon arrival, the locals welcomed me and four other ‘farang’ friends as if were family, offering their best English ‘hello, how are you’-s and calling us beautiful (“suwai”) as we passed the open shops. We stumbled upon the small downtown area early on our trip that was bustling with both indoor and outdoor markets. These stores had some of the most magnificent Thai silks and woodcarvings, along with some of the most unusual kanomes (snacks) I had ever seen, including buffalo hide and dried bat.

Nong Khai reminded me just how affordable Thailand is. For just 50 baht ($1.40), my friends and I were able to rent bikes for the full day which really enabled us to see the city’s nooks and crannies (and feel like young kids again). By simply looking at the skyline, we saw the top of an intriguing statue. We followed the figure like it was the North Star. After several close encounters with angry dogs and potholes the size of black holes, we were left amazed. We found the Sala Kaew Ku Park. This sculpture garden, constructed over a 20-year span, contains Luang Pu Boun Leua Sourirat’s Hindu-Buddhist inspired visions with some even towering at over 82 feet tall. I cannot describe how I felt at that time, standing so small beneath what I still think is the closest thing I’ve come to a Wonder of the World.

 

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Following this portion of our day’s exploration was a race to get back to our guesthouse. At 5:30, a ‘sunset boat’ would leave the small port for an hour ride on the river if enough people were interested. Upon arrival, we were the only ones waiting in line for the ride. This actually worked well, because for just $30, the five of us together rented our own personal houseboat restaurant that sailed the Mekong for an hour under the cotton candy sunset sky. Laos was even closer now, and so were the Laotian dragon boat racers we once saw from a distance on the Thai riverfront. The night commenced with a margarita at the only cocktail bar in town and a wonderful four-hour night/early morning bike ride to the Friendship Bridge and through the market square. Nong Khai remains one of my favorite destinations in all of Thailand.

 

 

From left: Annie, Billy, myself, Jamie, and Elyssa enjoying our ride down the Mekong River.

From left: Annie, Billy, myself, Jamie, and Elyssa enjoying our ride down the Mekong River.

 


Jiaqi in Italy: Field Trip Edition – Under the Tuscan Rain

October 28, 2015

Not a single trip to Italy is complete without going to Tuscany. A slow-cooking food tradition, the famous Chianti wine region, and the rich artistic tradition of Renaissance style all originated from this territory. In early October, I hopped on the bus with my IES Milan program to Siena, a medieval town in central Tuscany. Although it was a weekend filled with drizzling rain and crisp fall air, my experience of Tuscany was in fact much more tranquil and authentic. The rain suddenly became a “stop” sign to the big tourist groups that are always present in every Italian city, turning Siena into a quaint town, as it has always been.

 

City of Siena

City of Siena

 

Siena view

Siena view

 

Typical door in Siena

Typical door in Siena

 

Siena is not one of the grand cities of Italy. It doesn’t have the history of Rome, the charm of Florence, the energy of Milan. It doesn’t even have the tourist crowd as you would imagine, probably because of the rainy weather. But greatness is often defined by one’s personal response to a certain place. After climbing 500 steps to go on top of the Museum of Opera, I was on an emotional state looking down at this incredible panorama. Ancient, a little messy, medieval-style, tranquil, Siena defines the essence of a typical Tuscan town.

 

Montalcino

Montalcino

 

Tuscany in the rain

Tuscany in the rain

 

Speaking of Tuscany, it is impossible not to mention its gastronomic richness and fine vineyards. Being the little gem of Chianti region, Montalcino produces Tuscany’s best Brunello and, arguably, Italy’s most distinguished wine. Up in the hills, Montalcino is tucked away by vast greenness and wavy mountains. The fogginess, tranquility, and elegance of Montalcino exemplifies the renowned Tuscan landscape.

 

Dine with style

Dine with style

 

After a brief tour of a family-runned vineyard, we had lunch at their farm-to-table style restaurant. A plate of homemade tagliatelle with ground pepper, butter, and Parmesan cheese, paired with locally produced Brunello, constitutes the menu of the day. Simple, fine, irresistibly delicious, this homemade meal defines the Tuscan cooking philosophy.

 

Pisa Tower

Pisa Tower

 

Now, after two days of immersing in tranquil Tuscan landscape, it’s time to head to Pisa. As touristic as Pisa has always been, the city undoubtedly offers some of the most incredible architectural wonders of the world, including the Pisa tower and much more.


Jiaqi in Italy: A Weekend In Budapest vs A Weekend In Milan

October 15, 2015

Like Milan, Budapest has been reputed as a city of endless charm. During the summer, I randomly met an Hungarian girl called Gabriella in a museum workshop and we instantly became best friends. Now that she is back in Budapest, I decided to spend a weekend with her and take the chance to visit this long-dreamed-about city. After four days of devouring delicious homemade Hungarian food and marveling at the Central European architectural wonder, I did notice some differences between the Budapest-style weekend and the Milanese weekend. Here are some insights from me, a casual tourist who observes seriously:

  • Breakfast. Hungarian weekend breakfast is long, sumptuous, and conversation-friendly. The Milanese breakfast, instead, is …? Wait what? Does that even exist? It did baffle me many times that a country obsessive with food does not have an extensive breakfast menu. Breakfast in Milan and northern Italy usually consists of only a few biscuits and a cup of cappuccino. At the most, you add a brioche and some orange juice. The breakfast I had in Budapest, however, is probably the type of big meal you will eat in your grandma’s country kitchen when you go back once a year. Locally-produced ham, hummus, whole wheat bread, fresh butter, cheese platters, pastries, milk and coffee…etc. “A great weekend always starts with a satisfying long breakfast,” said my Hungarian friend.
  • Cafe Culture. There is no need to re-emphasize how a cafe functions as a semi-religious institution in Italy. Yes, there is a certain ritual and drinking pattern that you are forced to respect and follow. In Hungary, everything about coffee is much more casual. An even more casual and relaxing atmosphere dominates the cafes in Budapest. The former Jewish quarter, now turning into a hip, “ruined” pub district, hides a collection of gem-like cafe bars.
  • People and Style. The Milanese fashion style is hard to miss even when you are visiting the city for just one day. Take a look of this street fashion blog  which generates a sense of how the Milanese dress themselves. “La bella figura” (the beautiful figure), said by Italians, defines their attitude toward everyday elegance. Fashionistas in Budapest, are relatively more reserved. It’s hard to spot flashy color and revealing jewelry in the fanciest neighborhood of Budapest, while even the shop cashier in Milan wears a pair of Valentino-labeled shoes. In the subway, most people prefer to wear darker colors and their coats are more conservatively designed. For me, this is rather a difference of personality than a difference of taste.

 

Turkish bath cafe

 

The Budapest Market Hall

 

Local Farmer's market

 

Impressve Parliament Building

 

Hungarian style ham

 

Budapest Chain Bridge

 

Beautiful Budapest riverside


Colleen in Singapore: Bali

October 14, 2015

Hi everyone! I wanted to share my recent trip to Bali to visit two fellow Richmond students, Nicole and Dalyan. The trip was truly amazing, and it’s safe to say that Bali is my favorite place that I’ve traveled to thus far.

 

We began the weekend in Ubud. If I had to describe Ubud in one word, I would choose enchanted. The houses and shops that line the narrow, hilly roads look more like ancient ruins. At night, local artisan shops close their doors as cozy, bohemian restaurants turn on their tree-lanterns, welcoming the night crowd. Despite Ubud being a popular tourist destination, Balinese traditions and customs are very much alive.

We began the weekend in Ubud. If I had to describe Ubud in one word, I would choose enchanted. The houses and shops that line the narrow, hilly roads look more like ancient ruins. At night, local artisan shops close their doors as cozy, bohemian restaurants turn on their tree-lanterns, welcoming the night crowd. Despite Ubud being a popular tourist destination, Balinese traditions and customs are very much alive.

 

Nicole, Dalyan, and I stayed at Puri Saraswati Bungalows, which were connected to Ubud Palace.

Nicole, Dalyan, and I stayed at Puri Saraswati Bungalows, which were connected to Ubud Palace.

 

Even though we were in the heart of Ubud, the bungalows provided a peaceful and unique ambience.

Even though we were in the heart of Ubud, the bungalows provided a peaceful and unique ambience.

 

In the afternoon, we made our way to Monkey Forest. These little guys were quite entertaining, and everyone seemed to be giggling at their antics.

In the afternoon, we made our way to Monkey Forest. These little guys were quite entertaining, and everyone seemed to be giggling at their antics.

 

No monkeys jumped on us, but we did witness one man get bit by a mother monkey due to the fact that he was holding her baby.

No monkeys jumped on us, but we did witness one man get bit by a mother monkey due to the fact that he was holding her baby.

 

Friday, we made our way to Telaga Waja River for some white water rafting. The pre-rafting safety talk was almost comical; the only words I managed to gather from our guide's speech was "boom boom". With a mutual understanding that we had no idea what was said, we all hopped into the raft and made our way down the river. Turns out that "boom boom" means we're about to collide into a rock/boulder. There were many, many "boom boom"-s.

Friday, we made our way to Telaga Waja River for some white water rafting. The pre-rafting safety talk was almost comical; the only words I managed to gather from our guide’s speech was “boom boom”. With a mutual understanding that we had no idea what was said, we all hopped into the raft and made our way down the river. Turns out that “boom boom” means we’re about to collide into a rock/boulder. There were many, many boom booms.

 

The rafting experience had beautiful views of the lush, green forests and rice paddies, and we even got to hang out in a waterfall for a bit.

The rafting experience had beautiful views of the lush, green forests and rice paddies, and we even got to hang out in a waterfall for a bit.

 

Saturday morning we made our way to Mayong Village, a hilltop town located about two hours north of Ubud.

Saturday morning we made our way to Mayong Village, a hilltop town located about two hours north of Ubud.

 

There, we did the Mayong Village Track, led by a man named Artana and his wife, Ria.

There, we did the Mayong Village Track, led by a man named Artana and his wife, Ria.

 

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During the track, we stopped at a local farmer's home for some fresh coconut and fried bananas.

During the track, we stopped at a local farmer’s home for some fresh coconut and fried bananas.

 

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Sunday was spent in Seminyak, a popular beach town in southern Bali. We spend all day on the beach, soaking up the sun and attempting to learn how to surf. Dalyon got the hang of it, while my surfing career was only 1.5 minutes long.

Sunday was spent in Seminyak, a popular beach town in southern Bali. We spend all day on the beach, soaking up the sun and attempting to learn how to surf. Dalyon got the hang of it, while my surfing career was only 1.5 minutes long.

 

The day was wrapped up in shades of orange, purple, and blue as we watched the sun set on the beach.

The day was wrapped up in shades of orange, purple, and blue as we watched the sun set on the beach.

 

Our final hours in Bali were spent watching the sun set at the renowned Tanah Lot Temple.

Our final hours in Bali were spent watching the sun set at the renowned Tanah Lot Temple.


Dan in Argentina: The Latest in Buenos Aires

October 8, 2015
The day after the Supermoon, I saw an farcical article about how people's photos from the night before were blurry and underwhelming. While most of mine can be described equally, I think this one is pretty cool. I went to the Planetarium in Buenos Aires with a couple of my friends to see this rare moon. With live music, a big projection of the moon up close, and about 15,000 other people, we had a really amazing experience we'll be able to reminisce about in 2033.

The day after the Supermoon, I saw an farcical article about how people’s photos from the night before were blurry and underwhelming. While most of mine can be described equally, I think this one is pretty cool. I went to the Planetarium in Buenos Aires with a couple of my friends to see this rare moon. With live music, a big projection of the moon up close, and about 15,000 other people, we had a really amazing experience we’ll be able to reminisce about in 2033.

 

On top of Palacio Borolo, an office building designed and built during the early 20th century and inspired by Dante's "Divine Comedy," lie some of the greatest views of Buenos Aires. From the top lighthouse, you can see the famous Eva Peron mural, the Obelisk, and the Congress building (see next photo). A 6 pm tour of the palace gets you to the top perfectly as the sun is setting over the city.

On top of Palacio Borolo, an office building designed and built during the early 20th century and inspired by Dante’s “Divine Comedy,” lie some of the greatest views of Buenos Aires. From the top lighthouse, you can see the famous Eva Peron mural, the Obelisk, and the Congress building (see next photo). A 6 pm tour of the palace gets you to the top perfectly as the sun is setting over the city.

 

While the view of the Congreso is cool from the top of Palacio Borolo, the ground view is nice too. Once, while driving past the Plaza de Congreso and admiring its beauty, my cab driver agreed that, yes, it is nice on the outside, but remarked that what happens on the inside is not always so pretty. Yikes!

While the view of the Congreso is cool from the top of Palacio Borolo, the ground view is nice too. Once, while driving past the Plaza de Congreso and admiring its beauty, my cab driver agreed that, yes, it is nice on the outside, but remarked that what happens on the inside is not always so pretty. Yikes!

 

A day trip to Colonia, Uruguay is a must for any extranjero in Buenos Aires. An hour ferry ride to the opposite shore of el Rio de la Plata brings you to the gorgeous Spanish colonial town where alley ways with river views like this are the norm. A nice lunch and an excursion to a typical, quaint, Latin American church is basically all the town has to offer, but it is a great change from the hustle and bustle of the streets of Buenos Aires.

A day trip to Colonia, Uruguay is a must for any extranjero in Buenos Aires. An hour ferry ride to the opposite shore of el Rio de la Plata brings you to the gorgeous Spanish colonial town where alley ways with river views like this are the norm. A nice lunch and an excursion to a typical, quaint, Latin American church is basically all the town has to offer, but it is a great change from the hustle and bustle of the streets of Buenos Aires.

 

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Back in Argentina, I have finally made it to a soccer game! On a brisk Saturday night, San Lorenzo hosted Rosario for an overtime game that ended in a 2-2 tie. The stadium was packed with the most dedicated fans I have ever seen…or heard. Throughout the entire 2 hours or so, the fans sang on the top of their lungs. Truly, the simple, alcohol-free stadium, even without a scoreboard, fills with Spanish rhythms and rhymes for the entirety of the game, creating a contagious energy I’ll never forget. My dad joked that it was obvious a vocal audition wasn’t required before being permitted entrance.


Jiaqi in Italy: What To Do & What Not To Do In Venice

October 1, 2015

Venice is arguably the most touristic city in Italy, or maybe Europe. Indeed, it is such a beautiful city that I decide to go anyway despite the frenetic tourist crowd. After staying in Venice for four entire days, here are some tips that I invite you to read through before you step into this most dreamy city. It could be a nightmare if you don’t know where to go, trust me.

  1. Spend at least two full days in Venice, or any city in the world. The reason is pretty clear – how are you supposed to get the best out of a place if you just step out of a tourist bus and haven’t learned the transportation map yet? It is impossible to move around and spot any interesting locales if you are still having a headache trying to figure out where you are. In a city where streets and signs are so intricately woven into the fabric of the city to fool its ordinary visitors, you don’t want to fall into that trap. Stay at least two days to walk around, learn the main areas, and go to cafes to learn the local coffee specialty (probably every Italian city has some sort of coffee to claim its own).
  2. Do get lost, occasionally. Before I went to Venice, a wise elder who is an expert of traveling in Italy told me, “getting lost in Venice is the best thing that could happen to you.” It turns out he is totally right. Narrow alleys, restaurants that will pop your heart out by showing the fish-killing process in front of customers, and little artist workshops fill up the city’s less-traveled streets. Travel off the beaten paths, and you will find the endless secrets of Venice.
  1. Eat seafood, but at the right place. Venice is known for its fresh sea products. The renowned spaghetti with clams, not only a tourist must-try, is also the local favorite. Do some research about the most-loved bars by locals before you go, and plan yourself a bar hopping night: stop at lovely decorated bars with dim light, try a bit finger foods made of sea-to-table fish, and sing about your wonderful life.
Sunset in Venice

Sunset in Venice

 

Neighborhood in Burano

Neighborhood in Burano

 

Libreria Alta Acqua

Libreria Alta Acqua

 

Venice on the water

Venice on the water

 

Island of Murano

Island of Murano

 

Colorful Island of Burano

Colorful Island of Burano


Dan in Argentina: Iguazu Falls

September 10, 2015
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Starting off with the least impressive of this week’s photos, here’s a picture of me, slightly misted. Last week, my mom and stepdad visited me in Buenos Aires, and we decided to take a side trip up north to Iguazu Falls in the corner that brings together Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay. My mom was excited to see these magnificent falls after reading that, upon experiencing them, Eleanor Roosevelt’s reaction was simply, “poor Niagara!”

 

It is hard for me to write a caption for this photo because it’s simply just beautiful. And no, that’s not a praise of my photography skills. They say a picture speaks 1,000 words, so I’ll just let you enjoy this one and hear whatever those words are.

 

 

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After exploring all these amazing falls during a quick hour and a half downpour in the rainforest, my mom, stepdad and I ventured down a path of steep, wet stairs to our boat ride. We were already soaked to the bone from the rain so figured why not get dunked in the waterfalls?! The mist I mentioned before was old and forgotten by the time we were approaching some of these massive waterfalls. It was so cool and by far the best part of the day.

 

Our first stop was the largest of all the falls. They call it the Garganta del Diablo, or the Devil’s Throat. It is almost 270 feet tall, and its U-shape spans almost 500 feet! The mist was real. Every so often an uproar of shrieks would fill the area after particularly large spurts of mist. Notice the birds flying in and out of this waterfall. It reminded us of a scene straight out of “Jurassic Park.”

 

Monkey

On our way out, we saw two other tourists looking into the trees so naturally we stopped and stared. To our surprise, we saw this little monkey. I am by no means a zoologist but he does look like the Capuchin monkey from “Night at the Museum” so I named him Dexter. But hey, it turns out (according to Wikipedia) that Prego monkeys are native to the area, and they are a type of Capuchin.