Escape to Tigre

Now that it's finally spring, all the things we've been talking about doing when it gets nice are happening. Like a Sunday trip to Tigre, an hour train ride outside Buenos Aires.  We met up at the train station in Retiro. My friends arrived just in time to save me from a long conversation with a homeless man who was celebrating his birthday by continually trying to give me kisses on the cheek. I kept trying to explain that as it was his birthday he didn't need to give me anything. I gave him an apple, and we chatted about life, poverty, and poor people all over the world. He didn't believe me that there are homeless people in the US. People always ask me ho.w I get myself into conversations like these. I enjoy them. I watched this guy get shot down by tens of people before he got to me. Maybe I'm a sucker. Maybe I'm sympathetic. Maybe it wasn't his birthday. But I was just waiting for my friends, so why not?

Upon arrival to Tigre, we exited the train station looking at each other, waiting for someone to take the lead. "OK, this is Tigre, we do this." But no one really knew. So we followed the masses and the map to the Mercado de los frutos. After all the stories, I thought it was a fruit market. I was not alone. Except fruit is frutAs. So we stood for a bit in the middle of more of an artisan market trying to deduce frutO. "We must be missing the fruit part." So we asked a guard, and he gave us a strange look and said that there were a few fruit stalls, but the market is more flea-style than fruit-style. We were lost in translation.

But we walked around and took it all in anyway. Tigre is home to a huge delta, and you can take boat rides and rent boats and do water stuff. We were quite overwhelmed, and just spent time sitting by the water drinking mate, enjoying time out of the city. I talked a lot about how we should go to the small amusement park, but it wasn't in the daily budget, so we ate chori pan, walked, and later got beers. Then it got cold, so we went home. And it was beautiful.

nells couldn't. put. it. down.

he just rolled his harp on the train and played away. and the little kid next to him was very happy.

even in the bathroom they love him

mercado de frutos

hammocks

there were some fruits

flowers

flowers made out of wooden reeds

just taking it all in

perfect day on the water

break for mate

i fly like papers get high like planes

tigre posse

i think my hair is somehow turning red?

the walk back was quite chilly

they're on a boat

if i were going to rob you it would go something like this

exhausted on the ride back to BA