It was something that was on my mind but seemed almost incredible as Jessie and I wandered through the gardens in Palermo, the barrio where she lives.
In the midst of all this is the American embassy, some kind of bizarre architectural refuge from 1970s Soviet Russia. I tried to take a picture of this monstrosity, but a nearby cop shouted, "Tsh, tsh, tsh!" which I am learning is actually an acceptable way of getting someone's attention here.
But all of this urban beauty belies the diverse socioeconomic makeup and complicated fiscal history of this fascinating nation.
In the decades after Argentina achieved independence in 1816, Argentina slowly developed strong economic ties with Europe and eventually became one of the ten richest countries in the world. Some of that fortune came as the Argentine government systematically exterminated thousands of aborigines.
The economy ran strong through the 1970s, with poverty below 7% and a strong export trade. Unfortunately, a military junta took power after overthrowing Isabel, the third wife of Juan Peron, and greatly increased the country's foreign debt.
After democracy was restored in 1983, hyperinflation soon plagued the country. President Carlos Menem, a poster child of the IMF, set a fixed-dollar exchange rate and implemented a number of privatizations and monetary reforms. While his policies made many rich, they also killed local industry and eventually slid the country into numerous fiscal crises. Poverty and unemployment skyrocketed.
In 2002, Argentina -- again, once one of the richest countries in the world -- defaulted on a massive international loan and ended its fixed-dollar exchange rate. Overnight, the value of the peso crashed and countless Argentinians saw their debts triple in value.
Since then, more comptetive exchange rates have stabilized the economy -- and made it an incredibly affordable country for Americans. At three pesos per dollar, dinners have averaged $7 each on the high end for us. Even in the swank restaurants, entrees seem to be no more than $12.
Overhearing conversations in English was the easiest way to play the spot-the-American game, which I also won when I saw a guy in the Recoleta dressed entirely in Carhartt clothes.
We left the cemetary and headed over to the feria artesenal, the weekly fair that seemed to be a combination of impressive crafts and colorful hippies. The jewelry might not have held much for me, but we enjoyed an Argentine garage band until their generator ran out of gas, ending the show.
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Wow....I'd love to see Capoeria in Argentina. Its such a beautiful martial art...they make it look so effortless, but they are so strong!
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