Excerpts from Haedo City :)

Haedo is a city located in Morón Partido, Buenos Aires Province, Argentina. It forms part of the Greater Buenos Aires urban conurbation.

With a surface of 6.11 km², it holds 38,068 inhabitants (2001 census [INDEC]), a 13% less than the figures of the 1991 census. it is also the fourth most populated unit of the Morón Partido, with a 12% of the total.

The railway station was opened on 1 August 1886, and it was originally serviced by the Buenos Aires Western Railway.[1]

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Source: Wikipedia

Buenos Aires Botanical Garden

The Buenos Aires Botanical Garden (official name in Spanish: Jardín Botánico Carlos Thays de la Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires) is located in the Palermo neighborhood of Buenos Aires in Argentina. The garden is triangular in shape, and is bounded by Sante Fé Avenue, Las Heras Avenue and República Árabe Siria Street.

The garden, which was declared a national monument in 1996, has a total area of 69,772 m2 (751,020 sq ft), and holds approx 5,500 species of plants, trees and shrubs, as well as a number of sculptures, monuments and five greenhouses.

Designed by French-born Argentine architect and landscape designer Carlos Thays, the garden was inaugurated on September 7, 1898. Thays and his family lived in an English style mansion, located within the gardens, between 1892 and 1898, when he served as director of parks and walks in the city. The mansion, built in 1881, is currently the main building of the complex.

More information in the source here!

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Hello? Pink House?

La Casa Rosada (English: The Pink House) is the executive mansion and office of the President of Argentina. The palatial mansion is known officially as Casa de Gobierno, which means “House of Government” or “Government House” in English language. Normally, the President lives at the Quinta de Olivos, the official residence of the President of Argentina, which is located in Olivos, Buenos Aires Province. The characteristic color of the Casa Rosada is baby pink, and is considered one of the most emblematic buildings in Buenos Aires. The Casa Rosada also has a museum, which contains objects relating to former presidents of Argentina. The Casa Rosada has been declared a National Historic Monument of Argentina.

These are some excerpts from a guided visit my sister and I had the chance to enjoy,

Admiring a portrait of J.M. de Rosas LA Patriots Gallery An internal balcony The white room A view from the balcony of the Casa Rosada Palmtree Patio Front of Casa Rosada Empty street Sin Julio López no hay Nunca Más

Source: Wikipedia

Capilla del Monte

Capilla del Monte is a small city in the province of Córdoba, Argentina, located by the Sierras Chicas mountain chain, in the northern end of the Punilla Valley.
The main tourist attraction in the area is the Cerro Uritorco, a small mountain only 3 km from the city, famed around Argentina as a center of alleged paranormal phenomena and UFO sightings.
The city also features the tall El Cajón Dam and its large reservoir.
Capilla del Monte was founded on October 30, 1585. Its name means “Mount’s Chapel” in Spanish.

(Source: Wikipedia)

The following photographs were taken two years ago, on a summer vacation in Capilla del Monte. I was still trying to learn about my camera (I’m still working on it, though!), but since it’s a beautiful place I thought it would be nice to share some of my memories with you all🙂

A bike parked on Capilla del Monte main street Chappel at Capilla del Señor, Córdoba Partial view of "Dique el Cajón" ("El Cajón Dam"), Córdoba Our hotel in "Capilla del Señor", Córdoba Our hotel at Capilla del Monte, Córdoba Ongamira, Córdoba Having brunch at a local deli Panoramic view, on our way to "San Marcos Sierra", Córdoba A ladder in "Dique el Cajón" ("El Cajón Dam"), Córdoba On the road, in "Camino del Cuadrado" Panoramic view of "La Falda" (an important city of Córdoba) A flock of birds in "Cruz del Eje", Córdoba

I was reading Gary’s blog from a couple of weeks ago. He described, word by word, my feelings towards Facebook. I’ve been dreaming/dreading about cancelling my account for several months now. I’m really tired of the sick relationship I end up developing with my free time, if Facebook is in the middle. It seems as if my hands, my fingers, can only type the two first letters… first the F, then the A, and before I have time to realize what I’m doing, I have been logged into Facebook, to start scrolling down, looking avidly to find something funny, interesting or complicated to enjoy. Well… “enjoy”…
I should be brave enough to take the final step and do it, cancelling my account. Brave enough to ask my “contacts” and a few friends I have there, to share their e-mail addresses in order to not lost touch. YET (I need to mention this) I’m afraid that I’ll be lazy enough to maintain a relationship if it’s not based on the ease of clicking a button to like someone else’s thoughts, or newborn, or rescued pet, or else. That does make me a bad person? Am I the only one regretting all the procrastination I feel I need to fulfill with Facebook time?
I miss reading books (although I still do it), I miss to have other hobbies besides saying “how boring is Facebook right now”, I miss to be able to be invited to an event in person, I miss to have an spontaneous birthday salutation, without thinking if they really remembered it, or if it was thanks to Facebook’s help.
I know I’m not currently prepared to take that step (not prepared? Who am I? read me saying nonsense, as if a social network can provide me more pleasure than any other kind of human interaction).
Well, just saying. After reading Gary’s point of view, I’m feeling less alone, and more courageous about giving this “relationship” with Mark Zuckerberg’s favorite son, some time apart at least!

Blazing through oblivion

Dear Facebook,

It’s not you, it’s me. I need to figure things out. Like how you are sucking all my time and how you’re making me into someone I am not. Like how you make me hate myself as I skim through posts and pictures of my so-called “friends”. God, their lives are so perfect! Why is my life not as perfect as theirs? Am I the only one who have to deal with occasional bouts of jealousy and self-doubt every time I read about a “friend” who bought his own private jet, and another “close friend” who spent his holidays on the moon? I feel so pathetic.

Oh please, don’t stare at me with those wide pitiful eyes. That won’t work anymore. I know, things were going so great between us, and it’s such a shocker that I’m telling you this. But this has been on the back of…

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