Museos y shopping for food

For starters: "I" will always mean, Jamie, unless otherwise noted.

We visited the Museo Evita yesterday. (The Eva Paron museum.) It was interesting. It's located in one of the homes she instituted for homeless families and single mothers. It had lots of video footage of her speeches and her funeral, some of her clothing and accessories, and a bit of history of what she did for Argentina during the reign of her husband, and, well, her. I found it fascinating. Ella enjoyed the Pea-sized chairs in one of the rooms.

After that, we headed to the MALBA (Museo de Arte Latinoamericano de Buenos Aires). The feature exhibit was of Andy Warhol. He was an interesting guy...The exhibit was called "Andy Warhol: Mr. America".

Today we quested for a local and organic market. Other side of town...expensive taxi ride. But now we know where it is and since we dared take the metro back, we can find it next time for much less mulah. The organic market was CRUNCHY. Everyone smelled au natural there. And looked it. We found local organic veggies, butter, creama, yogurt, cheeses, and one of the vendors gave us some yummy dessert thing for Ella. Full of sugar, Tyler and I ate it instead. I also quested for a very popular and organic bakery, not so far from our place. Yay! Feeding my family is very important--especially long-term. It's quite surprisingly hard to eat healthy here. Argentinians seem to have the same infinity for processed foods as the US. I saw a 6 month old (or approximately) drinking a Coke the other day.

Ella loved the metro ride (train, she called it). We saw a guy get robbed during the ride. He did everything wrong that you could do wrong in the metro as far as your personal belongs are concerned. We didn't exactly see it happen, but at a stop, a guy who had just gotten on, jumped off right as the doors were closing. A minute or two later, the guy next to us noticed his camera was gone. Don't worry, moms, we're smart and aware when it comes to subways. Ella was lulled to sleep on the train, on my back in the Becco.

I'm suprised by how many people touch Ella at random. Women who rub her head has we pass on the streets...even old men who kiss her on the cheek while she's on my back! I assume they are a more affectionate people than Americans? Or perhaps they don't have as strong as a stranger mentality? It's sweet, but unnerving too.