Flâneuring

Posted by on November 3, 2013

Have you ever been a tourist in your own city?  It’s an odd concept to think of and I’m not sure how one would define the concept.  However, two weeks ago I was able to be a tourist in my current home when my parents came to visit.

I felt like a flâneur in a way.  (Something can be said for being able to apply a concept learned in class…My poetry class just studied the idea of a flâneur so props to my professor for teaching me this.)  While my parents and I were obviously interacting with locals daily, I felt like a detached observer, which is the definition of a flâneur.  Since being in Argentina, I had quickly come to treat Buenos Aires like home and I felt completely comfortable with the city and my new routine.  However, when Mom and Dad came, my sense of normalcy was interrupted in the best kind of way.  For an entire week I was able to be a true tourist, but in a familiar place.  I was simultaneously able to show off my new home to the people I love the most.

Spending a week my Mom and Dad as a tourist allowed me to refresh my love for Buenos Aires and appreciate the city from a different angle.  We spent plenty of time enjoying the gastronomy of Argentina by eating our fare share of steak and dulce de leche.  We passed by the Obelisco from the comfort of a taxi and on foot and on the top of a double-decker tour bus.  We explored the wonder of the Recoleta Cemetery and listened to live music from the “Paradise” section (top floor) in Teatro Colon.  We pursued the endless isles of books at El Ateneo, ate beside the famous statue in Café Tortoni, braved a partido de fútbol in the River Plate stadium, watched a tango show, appreciated art at the MALBA and spent a day in Colonia, Uruguay.

What was my favorite thing we did?  I truly cannot answer that.  While I look back on all the exciting activities we did that week I can only think of one thing that was constant: having my parents by my side through it all.  If I was reminded of anything it is that family is irreplaceable and I consider myself more than blessed to be a member of my supportive, caring, constant family.

El Ateneo

Go Argentina!

Teatro Colon

Recoleta Cemetery

Cafe Tortoni

Besos, Ashlee

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