Posted by Autumn Standing
So I’m sitting here at the computer trying to think of how I am going to summarize my New Year’s in San Marcos Sierras, Cordoba. Do I just tell it like a timeline of events? Just share a few highlights of those two days? Only pictures? I feel like the 31st of December and the 1st of January were some of the most eventful days of my trip over the summer, although every day brought new and wonderful (or, in some cases, difficult) experiences. I really don’t know how to write about them. Yes, part of that es porque tomé mucho alcohol…but you know…
I may leave some of the good parts out, but here is my attempt to summarize my time in San Marcos through words and pictures, which hardly do it justice. Upon arrival, we followed Roci and Oli down the dirt road around the cute plaza and up a quaint hill to the “camping,” or camp ground, where we’d be staying. We saw no one except the people who got off the bus with us (who were few), and the town was in a state of peaceful quiet that I felt like I hadn’t heard at this time of day since Colorado. It really was a beautiful day, the sunlight pooling and rippling throughout the plaza.
It was a toasty climb up the dirt hill to the campground, about 10 blocks from the bus station (which was about the width of the entire town, if that), but totally worth it when we arrived at the adorable campground. I feel like a nerd saying this, but it reminded me of some place in the woods where fairies would live. A glen, I suppose. There was a little gurgling creek with overly sized bridges connecting the resilient tufts of grass on its banks. Large trees canopied the lots, which were only at about half capacity with tents. In the middle, there was a large house painted with swirling designs and illustrations in vibrant colors. An old man greeted us and introduced himself. Roci and Oli pretty much handled the entire conversation, asking about prices and where we could pitch tents. They told Maxi and I that we could borrow their extra tent for the time being, but Maxi still set up his hammock anyways. He preferred it. We found a spot behind the house by the teeny little bathroom and a pile of rusty-looking junk. My dumpster-diver curiosity getting the best of me, I went and checked it out but there wasn’t much to salvage—the chipped top to an old washer, a shoe that looked right out of a storybook fisherman’s lake, some scrap metal, an empty bag of chips crumpled in a ball, some empty bottles of Quilmes, etc.
Clearly if I continue to be this detailed I’m never going to finish, so here are some pictures of the campground, courtesy of Maxi:
We didn’t get any pictures of the little creek or the main part of the campground, but you can get the idea 🙂 I think my favorite part were the showers, simply because it had been nearly a week since I’d washed properly.
Anyways, after we set up the tent, I scraped off a week of sweat and dirt in the shower then went with the girls to get some food for dinner while Maxi took his turn. Oli studies medicine at Universidad de Buenos Aires (UBA, the free public university) and Roci was double majoring in acting and directing/cinema. They both lived mere blocks from me back home in Buenos Aires! It was nice to talk to some other females for once and take a break from Max. We actually got along quite well but he was beginning to get on my nerves as it had pretty much just been us two for the entire first week. I’m sure I wasn’t the most pleasant company after that long either.
It was looking like it would rain when we got back to camp, so we moved everything important inside the tents and I moved on to enjoy the next luxury I had missed in the last week—electricity! I charged my camera, my phone, Maxi’s laptop, everything. Then we uploaded pictures to Facebook and let everyone know that we’d yet to be slain by an axe murderer. Afterwards, I went down to the plaza with Roci and Oli to drink te re re (cold mate with orange juice) and we ran into the whole group from last night. It was about 4 PM but they’d already emptied a healthy number of cartons of wine. It was New Year’s Eve after all!
Their group seemed to have grown yet bigger, now including a couple of men in their late 30s/early 40s who seemed like maybe they’d gotten a bit too early of a start on the day’s drinking and kept trying to speak Portuguese to me (Practicamos para carnaval!) Someone had hollowed out a cantaloupe, written 2013 on it and presented it as the community flagon for the wine. It did feel a bit classier than drinking straight from the carton. I passed on the first few rounds though and stuck with mate. The last few days had worn me out!
We spent most of the time talking with Nico about his time in Japan trying to get dual citizenship and the cultural difficulties of growing up as a Japanese-Argentine with Japanese parents. By some crazy coincidence Roci’s ex-boyfriend turned out to be in town, so she and Oli went to say hi. Eventually, we all got kicked out of the plaza by the police (at 5 PM.) We weren’t being rowdy and the cops were nice about it, we were just a big group of youngsters pre-celebrating the New Year and they saw it as a volatile situation. We retreated to the river and continued the festivities. I texted Maxi, but I guess his phone was in airplane mode so I couldn’t get a hold of him 😦
^^The group at the river
At the river I talked with John for a really long time about how traveling changes you. Some of the kids in the group with us had been on the road since before they turned fourteen and had seen things some people wouldn’t even dream to see and some things no one should ever have to see. It was the first conversation of many that I would have about the monumental changes that I was going through—that we were all going through. Through the conversation with John I began to really understand myself and my own morphing philosophies about the world.
I am not going to explain the entire conversation, because it was long and I can’t do it justice online, but we spoke much of the innate connection among all of us despite language, cultural, and physical barriers. A smile is universal. Bancame un toque (bear with me a second) and then I’ll put fortune-cookie Autumn away, promise.
^^Cool face we made while chilling by the river
I became infected with a certain magic during my trip that still sloshes through my bloodstream, pumps through my four chambers and races all the way to my fingertips every second. It influences my ideas, actions, words, everything. If you read my last post, then you know about Maxi and I’s phrase: We are always lucky. It was through this cycle of positive thinking that good things kept happening, that we stayed safe, and that we met amazing people. If there’s anything I learned from my trip, it is that, despite life’s challenges, perseverance and optimism will always make things ok in the end. Life is much bigger than the hardships we face and we will always struggle to grasp just how massive the bigger picture is.
^^John and I by the river
The second major theme of my trip that John and I discussed, and that I’m still astounded at daily is nearly impossible to explain as well. To try and properly explain this I have to tell you about a super cliché graduation speech I heard in 2009. It was the graduation of my boyfriend at the time. High school sweetheart. First love. All that fun stuff. Anyways, I’d arrived late and was trying really hard not to be awkward with his entire extended family who I was convinced didn’t like me. Needless to say I was a little distracted from the ceremony…
If I remember right, the teacher was my ex-boyfriend’s track coach or something and he really admired him so I made my best effort to listen at least to that part. The speech was cliché in almost every way—the cheesy anecdote intro paired with the loaded question about which fish you want to be in the pond followed by a brief inspirational biography and an attempt to wrap it all up on both a witty and uplifting note. I vaguely remember being much more concerned about reapplying my lip gloss for the pictures and whether or not he would like the sappy picture collage I’d framed for his graduation gift. Never would I have realized how much I’d identify with that speech in later years. The speaker spoke about a concept he had come to find as the main propeller in his life—a concept he’d termed “coincidance.” “Coincidance” was his explanation of how little coincidences occurred in life almost like they were planned in a sort of choreographed dance. To my 16-year-old self, that was just cheesy and extra fluff to the rest of the graduation speech, but the more time I spend here in Argentina, and especially as I traveled, the more I recognized these “coincidances.” Some of the things that have happened to me still seem so surreal. You’ll see as I continue the memoir of my summer.
^^Bryan and I by the river
Anyways, it started to drizzle a little and we all decided we better cook something before nightfall, so we headed back to camp. For dinner, Maxi and I made “palta rice”, which soon became our favorite meal of the trip. Palta is Spanish for avocado and while I wasn’t a huge fan of avocadoes, I certainly became one. Max shared his love of avocadoes with me and I’m totally hooked now. We’d mix two or three soft avocadoes with tomato in a pot of rice and add some soy sauce. It sounds like an awkward mix but it was delightful. We paired it with some bread and mutually agreed that the meal was a success—YUMMMM x UH-FFINITY.
^^Cool metal T-rex in San Marcos Sierras
Going to continue this later, I’m hungry now 😉
Chau chau! Besos!
About Autumn StandingI love words; my name is made up of real words, even. I am studying Global Tourism and Spanish with a minor in Business Administration at Colorado State University but this year I chose to study abroad in Buenos Aires, Argentina. That's why this blog was born--to keep my beautiful family and friends informed of my whereabouts, thoughts, accomplishments, and mistakes.
Posted on June 10, 2013, in Argentina Part I, Summer Hitchhiking Adventure!, Travel and Study and tagged Argentina, Buenos Aires, Cordoba, culture, fun, idonwannagotoworktoday, new year's, san marcos sierras, shouldstopstayinguptill3am, standinginargentina, Study Abroad, summer, Travel. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.