The defensoria bulletin board:
Margarita with Sylvia's baby:
These photos are from a trip to Cordoba, a city about 8 hours from Buenos Aires. I originally went for a national women's conference that was taking place there, but after some communication issues with the MEDH, I never ended up finding it! However, I spent the weekend with my friend Eva Yoder from Earlham, and we toured the city and the surrounding countryside. I highly recommend the Cordobese alfajores, which are cookies made from corn flour and filled with fruit jam or dulce de leche.
A scenic overlook on our day trip into the sierras:
The yellow monument marks the EXACT CENTER of Argentina!
We drove around the sierras in the morning with Eva's friend Lucas, and then spent the rest of the afternoon on his friends' boat, drinking mate and learning to tie knots:
The plaza in the center of Cordoba:
I was trying to take a picture of the jacarandas blooming all over the city, but this little guy really wanted his photo taken, so he posed with them.
"El Buen Pastor" used to be a women's jail, and has since been converted into an art gallery/shopping center/community space.
We toured an exhibition of photographs of the building before it was renovated, which included graffiti and poems of the women inmates:
"El Buen Pastor: en este lugar perdi la mitad de mi vida, mi madre, y de este color fueron mis lagrimas. Si estas a tiempo, no vuelvas mas!"
(The Good Shepherd: in this place I lost half my life, my mother, and this was the color of my tears. If you still have time, never come back!)
"La escuela es la calle, la universidad es la carcel"
(The streets are the school, the jail is the university)
Photos from a weekend in Colonia del Sacremento, Uruguay. I have to renew my tourist visa every three months by leaving the country, so I took the ferry across the Rio de la Plata to Uruguay. Colonia was practically empty, maybe because it was Mother's Day weekend here, but Mileny, Michaela and I had a lovely and peaceful weekend.
Barrio Historico:
Colonia is famous for its cobblestone streets:
Anthropologie, eat your heart out:
"Che, boluda..." (Mile and I practicing our Argentine hand gestures)
