A Walk in the Neighborhood

I know I chronicle our neighborhood a lot, but I just love it here and I want to document the everyday.

Also, I am not one of those with the oppotunity (read: funds) to  travel the country, so closer to home is where I find my adventures.

On Sat., they were doing some digging to put in new telephone lines. It was interesting to me how they did it, with spaced-out trenches, like rabbit tunnels. Also, construction zones and even the tools seem so much more rudimentary here than in the States. I actually ended up stepping right in the freshly poured cement over one of these trenches on my walk back home because there was no sign whatsoever and nothing blocking the area off.

I took this picture on my way out to run errands, and on the walk back -- when I stepped in the cement -- the worker who came over to smooth the cement asked me why I was taking pictures, and why I took a picture of the bricks earlier. I said they just looked interesting, and he told me that they had unearthed them from under the current sidewalk, and that they are at least 100 years old!

One of the work trucks. The construction worker said it was a modified bus (obviously) -- an old bus in the front to carry the workers to the site, and a dump truck thing in the back. Just not what you'd see in the U.S.

A library near our house.

Traditional Argentine/gaucho items for sale. I am actually kind of getting in to that style. More on that in a future post.

Nice. Fake money. US$ dollars, no less ...

(What I think is a) fake $10 peso bill ...

I just love the architecture here.

Yes, Curves is international. I like how this picture turned out, because right as I snapped it, a bus went by. If you know BsAs, you know that Olivos is where the Presidential compound is, and Boca is the famous port neighborhood where the tango originated, and where the pictures of the colorful corrugated metal houses are taken.

A colorful bouquet on a cold, bleak day.