Wednesday, July 2, 2014

FUTBOL: Argentina's Favorite Past-Time


Soccer, or “Futbol” as it is known here, is a serious thing to most Argentineans. The love for this favorite past-time gathers people of all ages, gender, nationality and creed together to rally for their favorite soccer team.

With this year’s World Cup, people have taken to going to bars, restaurants, or a friend’s house to watch the game. They even go out onto the streets to celebrate and to show their team spirit.

Below are a couple of photos of fans parading outside Patio Olmos, one of Cordoba Capital’s shopping malls in downtown. You can click on each one to enlarge the photo.

Photoset Of Plaza San Martin in Cordoba Argentina

Photoset Of Plaza De La Intendencia in Cordoba Argentina

Friday, May 9, 2014

How Strikes And The Work Ethic in Argentina Affect College Students

It’s been over a month since I wrote an article but there’s a good reason behind that. After successfully passing the pre-semester (from February to March), I started my 1st year college semester at the National University of Cordoba and things have not been going smoothly.

From the beginning, which was April 7th, the semester has had problems. It’s no secret that Argentina is known for constantly going on strikes for one reason or another. It seems that whenever the cab drivers go on strike, the bus drivers do too; then all of the professors in the nation want to join in on the strike and claim that it’s because they need more money.

There have been about 3 strikes already in the month of April alone. Then came the first holiday, which was related to what they call “the week of the Saints”, which leads to Good Friday. The following week, the psychology school within the university had a 3 day seminar that brought therapists from all over the nation and beyond together. This meant that we had no classes for Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. Then, the following week, Argentina celebrated Labor Day on May 1st. Since that fell on a Thursday, the university also took Friday off.

There are two 1st year courses that did not have classes until now due to all this chaos. The first was psycho-statistics, and the other was epistemology. As I mentioned in previous posts, each course is divided into two types of classes. The first one is known as the practical class, which requires students to attend and do coursework. The other one is called a theoretical class, which is basically a lecture class. This one does not require students to attend but it’s highly recommended that they do as it provides them with additional material that can help them pass their exams down the line.

Given that I’d miss an entire month’s worth of class in these two courses, I decided to go to the lecture. Unfortunately, a problem that is often too common at this university occurred.

There weren’t enough seats! Students were either forced to sit on the floor or stand and look on. Some students had to stand in the hallway and strain to listen to the professor, who typically never speaks loud enough, even with the help of a microphone.


After the lecture class was done I went to the practical class and encountered the same issue. We were all crammed into a smaller classroom than the one where the lecture class was held in. Now I know how sardines must feel like (well … if they were alive inside the cans).

Some of the first exams will be held as early as next week while others will be held by the end of May or sometime in June. Either way, I don’t feel motivated anymore. I’m so frustrated by the lack of organization and the crappy excuses that the administrative staff at the university provides for their shortcomings.

There are days that I don’t even feel like getting out of bed anymore. I’m just stumbling through the week like a zombie. I know I should motivate myself to study but I admit that I’ve lost interest.

My psychiatrist, who graduated from the university here in Cordoba, warned me that I wouldn’t find the level of structure at the university that I had grown accustomed to back in the States. He also told me that most professors at the university don’t really care about teaching. Some don’t even have the knowledge needed to teach, according to him, and they could care less whether the students pass or fail.

So if these professors, these mentors, who are supposed to guide me in the training of this career don’t give a damn, why should I?

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Touring San Juan Argentina

There aren’t enough words to describe how awesome the province of San Juan is with its majestic mountains, beautiful scenery, farmland, capital city, history, and so much more.

On Tuesday, March 25th, my folks and I drove from Cordoba to San Juan for a much needed break. The seven hour journey began with a drive through the urbanized city district and then through Carlos Paz. We encountered several police checkpoints along the way, each designed to screw people with hefty fines if they were caught without their seatbelts or if they didn’t have their headlights on. Having your headlights on is a huge deal when driving across Argentina.

This was the first time I’d actually driven since I left the States. I avoided driving in Cordoba because everyone drives a bit crazy, swerving and driving in between lanes. My parents had actually bought me a new car before I moved to Argentina and they hoped that I would start driving it but I told them, “NO WAY!” One of the reasons I had originally moved from Florida to New York was because I didn’t want to worry about having to drive ever again. Like in New York, I rely on public transportation here in Cordoba but I have to admit that I actually enjoyed getting behind the wheel of a car again.


 On the outskirts of Cordoba, we entered the province of “La Rioja”. At this stage in the journey, all we saw was a road and a lot of wild country. On occasion, we noticed a few random homes, some seemingly made of clay or red bricks, not in the best conditions.
The road we travelled on had small and large crevices that made driving a bit more difficult. For the next two and a half hours, we swerved to avoid these crevices to avoid damaging the shock absorbers and wheels.

 We stopped at the next town called “Chepes” to refuel and to eat some lunch. We sat at a plaza and had some “milanesa” (breaded steak) sandwiches before heading back on the road.
As we approached the very edges of the province of San Juan, the landscape turned a bit desert-like. The heat was really strong and there was no sign of civilization for several miles. There was however some beautiful scenery along the way.
Suddenly we were forced to take an alternate route because the original road had collapsed due to erosion caused by flooding. This was breathtaking and in a weird way, very interesting to see.


A couple of hours later, we entered a site in a small town called “Vallecito”, which many people consider “holy”. It’s the shrine of the “Difunta Correa”. Many people go there to ask the “Difunta Correa” for favors and it is believed that once she honors the worshipper’s request, they must return and pay tribute to her in this shrine.
This is done in different ways. If you’ve had an accident and survived it, you place your vehicle tags on the path leading up to the shrine. Some also place recreated miniature versions of a home or business that they asked the “Difunta Correa” to help make possible or save. Others buy a plaque thanking this sacred saint. There’s also a small gift shop in the style of an American flea market for people to buy souvenirs of San Juan and the “Difunta Correa”.
A few hours later, we got close to the end of our journey. The mountains, trees, and shrubs had been replaced by modern day civilization. At first, all we saw were crops full of olives and grapevines. San Juan is after all known for their wine industry.

By the time we got to the hotel, we were exhausted. The trip from Cordoba to San Juan took about 7 and a half hours. Shortly after we arrived we had some tea and took a nap. Afterwards we ordered a pizza and then went to bed … again.



 

 
The next morning, we drove to see the mountains in Las Tapias (still located in San Juan).  These mountains were beautiful and so was the scenery in the horizon. At times there seemed to be layers of towns and mountains sandwiched together up to the very sky itself! I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life and it was breathtaking.

 
We also noticed that there were quite a few signs on the mountains that depicted flying saucers and aliens. I learned that a lot of folks come from different provinces to the mountain regions in search of extraterrestrial encounters.


 
After some sightseeing, we started to develop an appetite so we headed back toward the capital city of San Juan. By capital, I’m referring to the city district of the province, and not the capital of Argentina.
The homes, the sidewalks, and streets are a lot cleaner than in Cordoba and there doesn’t seem to be a lot of graffiti on the wall. People were quite friendly and respectful of others … especially in traffic.


We ate lunch at a restaurant called “La Remolacha”, which literally translates to the name of the vegetable we call beets. My parents ordered an Argentinean asado. I ordered lasagna because I’m not much of a meat eater. While we waited for our food we had some empanadas as appetizers.


Afterwards we started walking around town, the “Centro” or downtown to be exact. It’s quite similar to the downtown district in Cordoba actually. The only difference besides the clean sidewalks is the fact that San Juan observes the “siesta”, the rest period where everything shuts down, and businesses don’t resume until 5pm. Cordoba’s downtown district does not observe the “Siesta”.  
Still, we took the time to take some photos of the nearby plazas before heading back to the hotel. We were so exhausted that we went to sleep early.
The next morning we got up at 6am and headed back to Cordoba. San Juan was a wonderful experience. The only thing I can complain about it is that things are a lot more expensive than they are in Cordoba, but other than that, it was great.

Below is a video I made of clips I shot during my trip to San Juan. Please enjoy, comment, and share.