Buenos Aires

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Last week ACA students were bussed the 6 hours from our small and homey Villa to Argentina's capital and largest city, Buenos Aires. With a population of approximately 13 million I wouldn't say it was a relaxing trip, but it was exciting to say the least. We toured the big city for 3 days, really not long enough. But it's good to be back in the small perimeters of La Villa breathing the fresh country air.


El Ateneo Grand Splendid. A theatre converted to a bookstore.
In 2008 The Guardian listed it one of the top 10 best bookstores in the world.

La Boca.
A popular tourist spot for the tango performers and colorful European style neighborhood.


La Boca ...


We liked La Boca.



La Casa Rosada.
The equivalent of our White House.
It's painted pink to symbolize the coming together of the two political parties, which are white and red.

Teatro Colón. This opera house is considered to be one of the top 5 concert venues in the world
for it's incredible acoustics.



Cementerio de la Recoleta.
In this neighborhood-like cemetery stands mausoleums containing past Argentine presidents, famous poets, writers, painters, actors and military officers.



Can't leave Buenos Aires without a jumping shot.

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