What’s a year abroad without an Oktoberfest weekend?!? I mean, Villa General Belgrano IS the Munich of South America…
Side note: I have found out that it is indeed possible go from my house in Belgrano to the bus in Retiro in less than thirty minutes, even while stopping for some chori. A little risqué perhaps, but definitely doable.
We got to VGB around 8am on Friday morning, a little groggy and disoriented after the 12-hour bus ride. Once we were all together, we got on a bus to Los Reartes. After unknowingly missing our stop, we were dropped off literally in the middle of nowhere, unsure as to where we were actually headed. After a long, sleepy walk in the cordobés heat, we managed to make our way to Cabañas Dali Luma, complete with a parrilla and pileta. We settled in, showered, and changed, and were on our way back to VGB.
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| Is this not the most ultimate hitchhiking car? |
Four sliced fingers later, our asado was ready. It was an asado completo, with a full ensalada, chori y bife. I guess I was a little too excited to eat my chori, because I spent the rest of the night with excruciating heartburn.
The cabañas were right on the Río Los Reartes, so we spent that hot Saturday morning and early afternoon chilling by the river, getting ready for the locura of Oktoberfest al cordobés.
VGB is a very interesting place, a lot like Epcot’s Munich. After getting our steins, we went around to all of the stands, fully absorbing the pedo argentino. There were plenty of crazy people dressed up wearing wigs made of questionable materials, dancing to weird German music, taking steins to the face. After many hours immersing us into the so-called German culture, we headed back to Dali Luma for a late night asado. Luckily, this round of chori nomming was heartburn free, and I was sure to make up for the chori I was not able to eat the night before!
After a lot of indecisiveness on Sunday morning, we decided to spend the day in the city of Córdoba. It was a long walk along the river, to the main street, then up the main street until we came across the bus stop. We knew it would be a while before the bus would come, so we figured we might as well get comfortable. There just happened to be an ice cream parlor across the street from the bus stop, so we loaded up on the best ice cream that I’ve had in Argentina. (Which is saying a lot, since the ice cream in Argentina is AMAZING.) What was even better about this ice cream was that a medium cone was only 12 pesos…take that Freddo! We spent a solid two hours sitting on the side of the road, basically looking like vagos, waiting for the bus. We got to Córdoba around 4pm, found lunch, and wandered around the city for the rest of the afternoon. There are lots of college students in Córdoba, with both Argentine and extranjeros, so it’s a very young city. But it’s also a very small city and we did not need more than a half-day there. I’m definitely glad I came to Buenos Aires to study; I can see myself getting bored in little Córdoba.But I mean, there is nothing like the energía porteña.
We went to La Zete for dinner, a delicious Middle Eastern restaurant. It was a pretty early dinner…for Argentine standards…around 8pm.) The food was amazing, but unfortunately I had to dip out early to catch a bus that would get me back to BA in time for my 8am class…rough.
This weekend, I'm off to Montevideo with Lidi! Not sure what to expect, other than ridiculousness and (possibly too much) pedo.
This weekend, I'm off to Montevideo with Lidi! Not sure what to expect, other than ridiculousness and (possibly too much) pedo.
Chau,
audgentina.
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