Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Put your money where your Boca is

We're going to play a short game. I will post several photos, and you have to guess whether each one is a picture of me or a picture of the Buenos Aires neighborhood "La Boca." It may be harder than you think, for we are very alike.

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ANSWER KEY:

If you picked mostly "A's," you're outgoing and trustworthy. People seek your company. Wait for Mars and Jupiter to align.

If you picked mostly "B's," you're subliminally in love with me.

If you picked mostly "C's," you would probably pass an American standardized test.

If you picked mostly "D's," you actually thought I was going to make a legitimate answer key for this dumb test. How silly of you.



PSYCH

LEGITIMATE ANSWER KEY:
Everything that is not obviously my face is La Boca. If you missed some of the questions, it's okay. We look a lot alike.


Let me explain. La Boca is the area in Buenos Aires that I would be if I died and somehow happened to reincarnate into an entire neighborhood. Well, specifically I would be the small section of La Boca called "Caminito," which is famous for its wildly colored buildings.

 
 
Here are some commonalities between me and La Boca (which, by the way, translates to "The Mouth"):
 
~We are both extremely varied in our hues, and full of oddity






THIS old man, apparently dressed up as a human ant, was sighted multiple times during the course of our adventure.


IN A DIFFERENT PLACE EVERY TIME
 
 
~We both think Pope Francis is the bomb-diggity. Also that papier-mache figurines add just the right amount of weird.
Check dat papier-Pope up on the balcony
 
"Imitation and badly-proportioned replicas are the highest form of flattery"

The one in the middle is Evita. No one cares about the others.
 
 
 
 
~Our taste in interior AND exterior design is nearly identical.
 

 

 
 Warning to hypothetical future husband: this IS what our hypothetical future house is going to look like.
 
~Neither I nor La Boca are opposed to dogs dressed as humans.
 

 

In fact I think I am all for this.
 
In conclusion, I have found a kindred spirit in the haphazard stairwells and peeling paint of Caminito. Be warned, all ye who think to enter here, that it is VERY touristy. There isn't much to do other than look at cool buildings and pretend you're going to buy souvenirs, but to me it was worth it to see once.
 
Plus it gave me some good ideas for how to decorate my future house/apartment/cardboard box. If you have any full-size statues of the Pope laying around, gimme a ring and we'll figure out a price.
 
 
 

 


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