Buenos Aires is a crazy place, especially after the peace and tranquility of Tierra del Fuego. The traffic is confusing and noisy, and many drivers seem to ignore the traffic signs. When cars do stop, kids often rush right out into traffic to wash their windows or juggle to earn a bit of money. The streets and sidewalks are more crowded than anything I've seen. At night, there was a street march where everybody banged the on their saucepans. It all made me feel dizzy. Whenever we went outside I held on tight to somebody's hand.
Luckily this is a country where there's nothing weird about that. I've never seen anyplace as kissy as Buenos Aires. Everybody kisses everybody. Friends kiss each other. Kids kiss their moms, their dads, their friends, their friends' moms and dads, everybody except their teachers!
Fernanda's house is full of musical instruments, and everybody seems to be singing all the time. Her son, Pedro, even plays in a jazz band. You can see him playing the piano while I dance to the music.
Fernanda's house is full of musical instruments, and everybody seems to be singing all the time. Her son, Pedro, even plays in a jazz band. You can see him playing the piano while I dance to the music.
This is her youngest daughter, Mercedes, with her friend Mariana on the left. The oldest daughters are Paz and Flor. I love being in such a big family.
When they aren't singing or playing guitar or piano, the García family watches a lot of soccer (which they call football). Do you think the Stanley Cup playoffs are crazy? It's nothing compared to being at a soccer game in Buenos Aires. People yell and cheer and sing; sometimes they set off fireworks; they throw streamers and papers and balloons - I have never seen anything like it in my whole life. Everbody seems to be a 
fan of either the Boca Juniors (they have a smiley yellow heart for a mascot) or of River Plate. Here you can see the Boca Juniors stadium behind me. It's called the "candy box" because of its shape.
One cool fall morning, Fernanda took me to visit the Pink House, which is where the President of Argentina, Crístina Fernandez, works. (She lives in a different house.) This is at one end of a huge park called the Plaza de Mayo. It's surrounded by palm trees and jacaranda trees, which are covered by a mist of blue flowers in the spring.
fan of either the Boca Juniors (they have a smiley yellow heart for a mascot) or of River Plate. Here you can see the Boca Juniors stadium behind me. It's called the "candy box" because of its shape.
One cool fall morning, Fernanda took me to visit the Pink House, which is where the President of Argentina, Crístina Fernandez, works. (She lives in a different house.) This is at one end of a huge park called the Plaza de Mayo. It's surrounded by palm trees and jacaranda trees, which are covered by a mist of blue flowers in the spring.
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