“ Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” - Gustav Flaubert
We had found out that on Thursdays, the Madres and Abuellas of the Plaza de Mayo hold a march to continue to call attention to injustices at home and in other places in the world. The week before, it was in the news that they called attention to the "disappearances" of the student teachers in Mexico.
On the way there, we passed by our neighborhood parilla, and saw there was a lunch special, a whole meal for a good price (something insane, like 120 pesos, $10). So we nourished ourselves to prepare for what would be an outstanding day.
I will write more about the impact of this experience on my blog. It calls for reflection. I didn't know ANYTHING about this before my friend told me about this and now I want to know more. Briefly, these were women who banded together to protest the "disappearances" of their children in the "Dirty Wars," of the military dictatorship in the 70s. Their presence made an impact, and were part of the social forces that caused the end of the dictatorship, as far as I can tell. (Like I said, I want to learn more.)
I was moved to tears and chicken skin to be in their presence.
Afterwards, we rested at a cafe, shopped for tango shoes, and had a light meal at 1810 Cocina Regional, in Palermo.
I have traveled quite a bit, and am using this page to record some memories. Travel is a wonderful education, expanding your view of the world, of other cultures, of the beauty of diversity.