Friday, April 22, 2005

Mates, Termos, and Funnypacks: Street Style in Montevideo


Mom keeps saying I should write about the customs and traditions of Uruguay so here I go.

Uruguayan Customs Part 1: Drinking Mate

In every city I have lived in, I've learned something. In Havana for example, I learned that one needs to have clean empty nylon bags in their purses all times, in case they spot a market that has fresh ginger—or good pork chops, eggs, cheese or anything that is found rarely there — and need to buy it right there. Most markets did not have nylon bags back when I lived there, and after a couple of months I became accustomed to carry them in my purse for emergencies. It’s funny; I still carry them in my purse, today, far far away from the eccentric streets of la Habana!

Saying that, today, also known as the day why I love living in Uruguay, I benefited from this corky habit I created years ago. I found out today that, here too, plastics bags could be useful. This morning, almost after 2 years in this town, I prepared myself mate for the first time, and left my house, walked around with it, like a “local” in the streets of Montevideo! When it was time to discard the used mate leaves and stick the mate in my purse, my old habit came so handy, I congratulated myself.

Funny I have not talked about this common habit in my new hometown before. The first time I tasted mate, was at the office and after a little sip I thought I was going to puke, it was incredibly bitter. I am a coffee person—a Cuban coffee person—and sipping hot water through bitter leaves in the morning was not a great way of waking up, so I passed the second time Mauro offered me their national drink. Over the last couple of months, out of curiosity (he told me that it was a habit that one created overtime by drinking it, and that it was addictive!) I tried it here and there, and recently I even bought myself a mate and a thermos, in case an Uruguayan visitor would want to have it, instead of all the other drinks I already have at home.

If there is one custom in Uruguay, that is drinking mate. Even the worst observer will pick up on that. I would say 7 out of 10 people walk around in Montevideo, with a thermos under one arm and mate on their hand. You can spot them everywhere: school, office, movies, shopping mall, museum, you name it. I used to think they had a gap between their armpit, one can only be that comfortable walking miles with a thermos if that was the case!

Introduced to European colonizers by the Guarani Indians, Yerba Mate is a said to be medicinal, but more often it is a cultural drink. Mate contains something like caffeine, which keeps its drinkers energetic, and kills your appetite. There are many different kinds, some bitterer than other, but basically it tastes like green tea, without sugar. My co-workers favor the strongest kinds, I cannot even come close to it; so far only had one kind that was a calmant, I ended up sleeping really really early after sipping it for a while.

The drill to drink mate starts by pouring yerba (the dried leaves) into the mate (that is the cup, made out of dried little green pumpkin, about the size of an orange, which is only found here in South America); but this only is a ritual by itself because you cannot just leave the herb on the bottom, it has to be packed into one side leaving an air pocket for water; then holding the upper tip of the bombilla (a metal straw with a colander at the bottom end so that the drinker does not inhale the leaves) so that it enters the neatly packed mate air-tight, then they poor a little bit of cold water and "wet" the herb, and finally you start drinking by pouring hot water from the thermos into the mate, one person at a time. You cannot share the mate; everyone has to wait his or her turn. If by mistake you drank it before your turn, you kiss the mate and then pass it on. It is not a simple drink, let me tell ya... And I know very little about this weird drink, so go figure.


Drinking mate is seen in Argentina, Paraguay and even southern Brazil, but in Uruguay it is a phenomena. There are tons of different mates those who are covered with cloth, metal, or leather, even horse foot (it is obscene); every store sells thermos and bombillas. Then there are the materos, handmade mate bags, usually made out of leather, where one can put a thermos and mate standing-up. One wonders how come they have hot water all the time, that is the best kept secret: one can buy hot water in many places including in gas stations, where there are machines, like the snack vendors, you put your money and fill your thermos.

I started to guess what kind of political or social ideas Uruguayans support by looking at their mates and materos. The lefties usually decorate their thermos or materos with political stickers, where the chetos (bourgeois) rock the plain ones and have more elaborate bombillas and mates.
Of course there are exceptions, and I am at the beginning of my learning experience, so I may be wrong.

PS: I am going to make a whole new article on fanny packs because it is another phenomenan itself. You may see people decked out, and then you spot a fanny pack on them! Hard to get over.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Resignations North and South

It was an interesting day at work today. We were anxious to hear whether or not the Ecuadorian President and Bush ally Lucio Gutierrez (a.k.a Sucio--means Dirty in spanish) would resign from his position after a week of popular demonstrations in Quito, capital of Ecuador.
He finally did around 3:30 pm (our time). I was listening to Radio La Luna, live from Quito. Everybody was cheering and one could sense the pride in their voice as well as victory.
It is a very peculiar time in Latin America. There is resistance and struggle. There is organization and progress.
Then there is Berlusconi deal. Another popular rejection resulting in right-wing Euro-pro-Bush Prime Minister to leave his position.
Whatever the consequences would be, these events tell us there is hope for a better future...

Monday, April 18, 2005

Last Days of Autumn in Montevideo

It was a wonderful weekend in Montevideo! Sun was so strong, while napping by the water in Rambla I acutally got a tan--well there is very little ozone cap left above us and I keep forgetting putting sunblock....
I woke up and went to Parque Rodo fair first, it is basically a big openair market, people selling cheap clothes (probably made in Brasil) and some eco-farmers were present, selling really nasty looking organic sweet potatoes at outrageous prices. These days in order to save the world, one needs to be really rich it seems.
I was dreaming about a real brunch with my girlfriends all morning: gossip, lox & bagels and NYTimes magazine at hand. None are available in Montevideo. (I miss you girls sooooooo much!)
Nico and I had a great lunch at the Nautilius Yacht Club (nothing fancy, very nice place/no attitude) in Punta Carretas, a shishy neighborhood on the eastern part of the city. As usual, we had meat!I need to stop eating those juciy delish steaks, but it is almost impossible to do so, not only because they are so good, because they are the guaranteed good item in the menu (I am still experimenting with the uruguayan cuisine).
Going back home after a hallucinating sunset was really difficult, but had to go back and write my book. I ended up watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Johnny Depp was the only thing worth looking.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Buenos Aires Querida


I wanted to approvechar (in english: taking advantage off) the arrival of my dearest granmother to Buenos Aires Ezeiza airport instead of Montevideo on the eve of my 28th birthday (I know it is very hard to believe I am THAT old, I cannot believe it myself), took friday off and went to Buenos Aires.

You might be aware of this, but I am going to explain anyways, it takes 3 to 8 hour boat ride to get to Buenos Aires from Montevideo, and it is a wonderful trip. The trip could cost anywhere between $28- $55 dollars, but for Uruguayans it only costs $20 roundtrip, travelling all night and arriving at the early hours of the next day. Thanks to a certain letter from my dear boss to Buquebus, I was able to qualify for the deal and arrived Buenos Airesearly Friday morning.

I love Buenos Aires. It is a great city, not only architecturally; it has a great vibe and a very positive attitude. Most people in Latin America say porteños (that is what residents of Bs As call themselves, comes from the fact that Bs As is and always has been an important port city) have an "attitude" and that they are arrogant and mean. Don't believe them. Since my first visit last year, I have never witnessed this urban myth. As most big city people do, they are busy or they have no time to chitchat as the suburboners--yet they always have time to sit down and have an expresso with a side of medialuna (small croissants, appopriatly designed to kill your carb craving and small enough to save your from guilt) or two, reading the paper or gossiping with friends, a Bs As morning classic.

I surpised my friend Cori, who was expecting me a day later by showing up at the hostel where she works (called Milonga and it is a great place to stay if you are young and looking for a cute place to stay right at the center, with Birkenstocks, as my dear mentor Michael would call this crowd). We shared a Bs As morning classic with a lot of gossip on the side. It has been a month since I saw her last and had to tell her all about my new life and people involved. She is my closest friend down here, smart and funny.

I left her working and call the turkish dude who emailed me sometime ago, telling me I am not the only loca turca in South Cone. He showed up and we met for lunch, after five minute I decided he is crazier than I thought: he is a vegeterian living in Argentina! Fun kid, he told me a lot about Argentina and Bs As, he is a good observer and a writer like I am. Thinks people from my highschool are like this big mafia and very arrogant. Who can blame him, we are!

I had to leave him and go on with my research, for the article I am writing about "dining and wining in Bs As." This city looks a lot like NYC has tons of restaurants and they serve good food and great wine and there are many different cuisines available. As I was finishing my day, it strated raining like cats and dogs and by the time I was in a collectivo (bus) I looked like a chuppy version of Bo Derek in "10" minus the braids!

Cori and I decided to meet up after she finishes packing for the big day. She found an incredibly cute apartment in Boedo (the famous tanguero neighborhood) and saturday was the big moving day. I had sushi in a small restaurant by myself, enjoying every bite. Then got dressed up, heels and all and went to hip Palermo SoHo 'hood of Bs As to have drinks with Cori.

Palermo SoHo, also known as Palermo Viejo, as you can understand from its name, looks a lot like SoHo in NYC, with its boutiques and cute restaurants and bars. The crowd is as Yuppy as it gets, hence the high rents. It was packed around 2 am and it seemed like they were never going home. Streets were filled with people, enjoying the last warm nights of summer. Around 4 am we decided to go home and rest. After all saturday was going to be a long day for Cori, who was moving out of her parents house to her new casa en Boedo, a tanguero neighborhood around San Telmo.

I worked pretty much all morning in search of best italian food in Buenos Aires, and went wine tasting--it was too early to drink as much as I wanted to, I remembered my dear friend Jason, when we wine tasted in NYC! I went over to Cori's in the afternoon, helped her a bit then I went back to Palermo SoHo to check out the latest designs of talented porteños.

Argentinian designers has many tendencies, including indian themes and bright artdeco colors. Almost everybody is "stylish" in Bs As: women and men take care of themselves, seems to me that they work out to compensate the big late dinners. The fasion at the moment is big hair for men, and layered cuts for women. Halter tops, bright green and yellow, pink, and jeans for all occasions. Men tend to wear sneakers, All Stars are big at the moment, and women wear flats or stillettos, and as the season is changing, boots of all lengths and styles were appering on their feet.

After window shopping and people watching for a while, I went back and had dinner with Cori and her roommate, and by the time we were done we went home and slept. Though it was pretty hard to sleep, I was anxious to pick up granma and go back to Montevideo for my birthday party!

The next day, as planned, Annemo arrived on time, we had brunch at Puerto Madero by the Rio Plata together, jumped in first Buque and arrived Montevideo just in time to catch a phenomenal sunset at the port...

Friday, April 01, 2005

Trip to Rocha


Rocha is a departamento (state) on the border of Brasil. My friends from work decided to go there for the Semana Santa (Easter) and enjoy the last days of the South Cone summer and see one of the most beautiful parts of their country.
We left Montevideo on Thursday afternoon, although we could have left on wednesday--I was feeling guilty for not writing the Havana book so I worked all day on Wednesday, so that I could enjoy my trip.
We arrived Punta Ballena around the time sun was setting... I am not sure but it must be the first balneario in Maldonado state, neighborhing infamous Punta del Este. From where we were, we could see Punta del Esta, it looked just like Miami Beach from distance. I remember watching Wild on E!(ok, I am not proud either, but I was really bored when I moved to the US in 1997) and trying to figure out where in Argentina was Punta del Este ??? Anyways, those were the days of ignorance.
We drove through Punta del Este, guys wanted to show me the decadant life of the rich, but we decided not to stop there, driving by was painful enough for them. We had another 2 hours to drive to get to Punta del Diablo, where the beach was nicer and tourists were non-existant (Punta del Este is not where Uruguayans hang out, it is more for the foreigners). One of our collegues from the radio told us she will be staying with some friends in a big house and that we could crash there. I was skeptic about staying with people I don't know; a bunch of 22 year old girls in a big house on the beach...Definetely not my idea of a vacation, it never was...But when we arrived around 23:30 and were starved to death and dead-tired, the house and its residents seemed ok. The house was 10 minutes outside the center of the town, we drove there and had a great seafood dinner in a hole in the wall fish restaurant. My favs were:buñelos de alga, or algea fritters! It is a dough made out of flour and chopped algea, fried and served with fresh lemon juice on top. After dinner we listen to live music from a local band on the beach, the singer was very funny...I slept like a baby, fresh air from the ocean put me to sleep right away.

Friday was a perfect beach day! We woke up really early and went back to the town, to buy freshly baked bizcochos (uruguayan version of croissants, but they are much smaller and filled with cheese, or ham or mermalade). I curse Nico for introducing me to them! I am trying to aviod bizcocherias in Montevideo, even the smell makes me want to eat a couple.

The coast of Rocha looks pretty much like Long Island. The water is blurry because of the constant waves and the sand is soft and whitish. I did not want to swim at first, it was too cold for this cubana! Shame on me...Sun on the other hand was STRONG. I have forgotten the fact that there is very little ozone cap left above South Cone. Needless to say, when we got home, I was badly sunburnt. But not red, I had this beautiful bronze color but my skin was hurting me. After a nice and warm shower and tons of After Sun lotion, our hosts invited us to eat pizza made by them at home. We were so hungry by the time it was ready (around midnight) we ate a little bit and I went to bed to sleep right after that bite. But boy oh boy could I sleep? NO! Our hosts decided to get drunk and sing--sing badly--all night long, until 10 am next morning. I was so mad I dont even know how I left that house.

We decided to drive to west, towards Montevideo, passing through other balnearios, first one being Cabo Polonia. Basically it is a cape you can only get there by walking or with 4by4's crossing long and tall sand dunes.
Eventhough we had no sleep from the night before, we decided we were going to walk there. Jungle Boy Nico, who has done many trips there before told us that it is going to be around 2 hours of walking if we follow the shore. We covered ourselves with SPF 30 and started our journey. Needless to say it is a gorgeous shore, with 150 million year old rocks and sealions (dead and alive) on the beach, shells like I have never seen, fossils, shipwrecks, etc. There was nobody but us for hours. Finally we got to Cabo, after 3 hours of walking. It is a hippy beach town. They dont even have electricity! Wood shacks on the beach, a couple of restaurants/bars and a supermarket. And bunch of hot surfers (I remembered Cesme 2002, when my friend Ayca wanted to go to a remote part of the coast in order to meet with foreign surfers, well she would love this place!).

We had more algea fritters and fresh fish, followed by a long nap on the beach. There was a lot of wind and sun again, I was covered in my sweatpants and long sleeve shirt (you know me I usually like getting a tan, but even I could not take it).
Walking back to the town where we parked the car was a bitch. This time we decided to walk through the dunes, cutting the distance shorter, but somehow we got lost (though Nico says we were not) and got back in three hours! Thanks to that walk I hate sand now. It was like a movie: Up a sand dune, hoping that this was the last one; but it wasn't! etc etc etc...
We drove to next town where there could be hot showers and cheap shelter, called la Pedrera, a.k.a my favorite balneario.

We rented a wood cabin inside the woods, 15 mins away from the shore. I showered and got rid of kilos of sand accumulated in my hair, my ears, nose, and eyes. When we were all ready, we went to eat. I dont even know how we got back home, I was sleeping in the car the whole time driving from the restaurant. We regretted the night we spent with the others once again, this time in our dreams.
Our last day was great, La Pedrera's shore was much nicer, less waves and warmer water. The sun was not so strong either. We surfed a bit, and swim. We started driving back around 3 pm, stopping in La Paloma (a much bigger town next to la Pedrera) for lunch and ice-cream.
The lights of Montevideo got closer and closer after a couple of hours....I felt saudade the first time then.