Sunday, November 25, 2007

Part 1 of South America- first 4 days.

Don't cry for me Argentina...

Buenos Aires was beautiful. Dave did such a great job. He picked a wonderful hotel in a great location of the city and we did some pretty exciting things before we flew up to Brazil. The city's French architecture was gorgeous. This is a city with beautiful tree lined streets, ornate wrought iron fences, courtyards and magnificent buildings. I loved it. The original and old parts of the city, (La Boco and San Telmo) were still beautiful even though poverty and time had taken a toll on them. The newer parts of the city like La Recoleta (built in the last 100 years) were fabulous--Dave told me the city reminded him of Paris. He actually used his French there. Many people spoke it and it was fun to see him use it. The restaurants were so delicious and the shopping was awesome. It was a little too ritzy for me. I was hopping to buy a few things but decided against that and opted for some postage stamps found down in the Sunday open market of San Telmo. They will make a great framed reminder of Argentina.

Many people we met were very educated and spoke many languages. The majority of people living there immigrated in the 1900's from Europe--when the US shut their doors on immigration. A tour guide told us that the city was considered the 5th wealthiest city in the world in the 1920's--hence the beautiful architecture. Many of the government buildings and embassies were originally the homes of the wealthy before the Great Depression and WWII changed the economy. The majority of prominent families sold their homes at that time and emigrated to America. Which is too bad--the city was really a neat place.

We saw a tango show, a crazy soccer game, and toured many famous locations (Evita's tomb etc...) My favorite part of Argentina was a 4 hour bike tour--through San Telmos, La Boco (the slums famous for the tango), the water front, and the ecological reserve. It was a little tough biking on some of old cobblestones. I had a close call with a bus in one of the tight allies, but it all turned out o.k. It was good to bike through the city. We saw ordinary people going about their daily activities. Argentina was really a neat place to go and four days did not seem like a enough ...the truth is I never left you.

La Recoleta
Is a beautiful cosmopolitan neighborhood that bears the name of
the famous cemetery. Here in this cemetery there are
row after row of ornate mausoleums.


Here is Dave at the famous Pink Building. Which
symbolizes the marriage of the Red and White Political Parties.





We attended a tango show at Michelangelo's. This building
was first occupied by monks in the year 1601. It
was beautiful with bricks from floor to ceiling. Dinner
was yummy and the dancing was so good. I never knew
that the Tango was actually more about the music than the dance
It was all so awesome! The accordion players were great.


La Boco Soccer Game
Here we are going into the scariest sporting event I have
ever attended. The building actually rocked back and forth
which was caused by the crazy fans.
They sang (yelling) the entire time. Dave loved it.
It doesn't look crowded because we went early to get inside
before all the crazy fans came- we were told that
it could get a little hairy.




Trying to keep up with the 20-year old kids
on their bikes was a work out.


There are weirdo's every where!


In La Boco (Italian-slums)- here is the famous corner
where the Tango was invented/played.




Wonderful musicians could be found everywhere.




Here we are on our last day looking at the map of the
original city of Buenos Aries-(San Telmo)
The open market was festive.








Thursday, November 22, 2007

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Free at last, free at last

It turns out that this Thanksgiving has become an Independence Day of sorts. While the rest of America gobbles down their Turkey (boy, am I clever), greedily gorging themselves into a Tryptophan-induced coma, I am waking up to the new freedom of now posting under my own name, yes, even Angee. For too long have I been forced to post under the name of Dave--glorious as it may be. Finally, you will see me in my full splendor. I am woman, hear me roar.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Not so fast

Last Sunday we were eating dinner when Lilly decided to show us how fast she was. Or rather that she was faster than a cheetah. Her chosen course went through the kitchen where Josie had been playing with a number of items from the cupboard, including a bowl, an open package of spaghetti noodles and a dozen or so cookie cutters. You can probably guess where this is going. I certainly wish I had. As Lilly sped through the mess, she suddenly screamed and she began to cry in that frantic manner every parent dreads. I leapt from the kitchen table, scooped her off the ground, and peeled back the hem of her dress to find a large flap of skin hanging from the back of her heel. I'm not sure, but I think it was either in the shape of a Halloween cat or a Thanksgiving turkey. In any case, it would eventually require 8 stitches to close.

This was the first time as I parent that I'd been tested by a medical emergency and while it made it sick to my stomach, I learned just what a wonderful, brave little girl I have. Only a couple minutes after it happened, Lilly, had already calmed herself down and had stopped crying. By the time we were in the car, you wouldn’t have even known there was a problem. Throughout the experience, Lilly did everything I asked her to do without complaint, even when she knew it was going to hurt. But what touched me the most was her response to incredible pain she felt when she was being given shots to numb the wound. As Lilly began screaming, she must have realized how loud and scary this was because her cries soon contained directions for us to “cover Josie’s ears.” I can’t tell you how proud it made me to see her concern for her sister during the most painful and, perhaps, scariest moment of her life. Being a dad is pretty good stuff.

Meet little Miss Trouble




She is a full blown crawler. The real deal. Forward and not stopping on Halloween. The easy baby life is all over. That is paint on her face. What next?

Sunday, November 11, 2007

3 of 13




In the Turner family there are 16 grandchildren. 13 of them happen to be under the age of 6. Now that is a lot of little people when we get together. Of the 13 kids under the age of six, there are 10 boys and only 3 girls. I happen to have two of the three girls. So, one nice Sunday evening in October we took pictures. See the pretty purple Texas Sage- it blooms almost all year except (Jan-Feb) It is Lilly's favorite- It smells so good. Here are a few pictures of Mackenzie, Lillian and Josie.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Happy Halloween


Belle is ready to go

Bravely leading the way!


A little unsure and scared to knock!
But wait there is Cinderella all is well!

Playing out back