It’s official: I found one of my favorite dance clubs in Buenos Aires. Azúcar. Azúcar (meaning sugar) is not just any dance club; it’s a salsa dancing club. The only club experience I have had in my life was a night of being sandwiched between two sweaty, unattractive strangers as strobe lights and house music numbed all of my senses, so I was a little apprehensive. To my surprise, the dance floor was bustling with couples dancing salsa, merengue, and bachata. No house music, no fist pumping. As an Argentine man whisked me off to the dance floor, fear set in. I had no idea what I was doing. The Robot was not going to fly on this dance floor. Despite my infinite apologies, my dance partner told me to relax – he was going to show me how to do it all. I lucked out with a verrry patient dance partner! I wouldn’t go as far to say I’m a skilled salsa, merengue, or bachata dancer after Saturday night, but I had a blast and will most definitely be returning for more soon.
Salsa dancing was not my only first this weekend, I also went to a parrilla (barbeque/grill) for dinner Saturday night. Along with an abundant supply of cheap red wine I tried kidney, liver, blood sausage, chorizo, intestines, gizzard, sausage, and steak. Not only was this my first time trying almost all of these, it will most likely be my last as well. The only things I would try again at a parrilla would be chorizo, steak, and chinchulines (intestine). The rest has little to no flavor, and very strange textures. When in Rome, right?
My last “first” this weekend was visiting La Boca, a neighborhood in Buenos Aires. My friends and I took a stroll down El Caminito, lined with colorful apartments, fun restaurants, tango dancing, and live music. I also saw a rabid dog for the first time in my life. Foaming at the mouth, shaking, growling – the works. Yes, it was a bit scary. No, Mom, I did not pet it.