The journey begins
The journey begins in Buenos Aires. It´s a beautiful city and has thusfar been the perfect portal for my acclimation to a new continent. It has all the conveniences one would expect to find in any metropolis at less than half the price you´d pay in the States. A liter of beer costs a dollar and I bought a decent traveling guitar for thirty. I´m here with two other jugglers from Washington, Lebn and Sam, and we all bought one-way tickets. We spent the first few days after arrival wandering the city, seeing some sights and juggling in the many Plazas that cover the city. We´ve mostly done this on foot, my favorite way to get to know a new city, though we have taken a bus, or collectivo, on a couple of occasions.
We´d heard before we came that there were lots of jugglers in the city, though we didn´t encounter any, outside of the two juggling shops that we visited, until we stopped in Plaza San Martin to juggle and play some music when a muchacho who called himself Condor stopped by to say hello. He did a little bit of contact juggling (that´s usually one ball that you roll around on various parts of your body for those of you who don´t speak juggle) and told us that he had many friends who were malabaristas (jugglers). He invited us for a beer and we accepted. Little did we know it would be the first of many.
On the way to get the beer he told us about a traveling circus and wanted to know if we wanted to go with him to see it. At least, I think that´s what he said. An important fact to note about this entire adventure is that my Spanish isn´t that great but it is still much better than anyone´s English that we would meet. Sam´s Spanish is pretty good though and he translates what he can for us, but who knows what´s lost and what assumptions I made from the little bits that I did understand. Regardless, we all got on a train with the knowledge that other jugglers would probably be in our future.
To be continued…
I´m going to mail a letter and meet some people in the park to juggle. But the Internet is cheap and open 24 hours, so I´ll finish my tale soon and I´ve already got another brewing.
Ciao for now.
We´d heard before we came that there were lots of jugglers in the city, though we didn´t encounter any, outside of the two juggling shops that we visited, until we stopped in Plaza San Martin to juggle and play some music when a muchacho who called himself Condor stopped by to say hello. He did a little bit of contact juggling (that´s usually one ball that you roll around on various parts of your body for those of you who don´t speak juggle) and told us that he had many friends who were malabaristas (jugglers). He invited us for a beer and we accepted. Little did we know it would be the first of many.
On the way to get the beer he told us about a traveling circus and wanted to know if we wanted to go with him to see it. At least, I think that´s what he said. An important fact to note about this entire adventure is that my Spanish isn´t that great but it is still much better than anyone´s English that we would meet. Sam´s Spanish is pretty good though and he translates what he can for us, but who knows what´s lost and what assumptions I made from the little bits that I did understand. Regardless, we all got on a train with the knowledge that other jugglers would probably be in our future.
To be continued…
I´m going to mail a letter and meet some people in the park to juggle. But the Internet is cheap and open 24 hours, so I´ll finish my tale soon and I´ve already got another brewing.
Ciao for now.
posted by Zackataca at 10:59 AM
1 Comments:
malabarista muchacho...this shall be your travelling name.
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