Capilla De Los Negros

Excerpt from a long Journal Entry

16 June 2014 –Tuesday

Gabriela continued to speak about other buildings. I begin to take fewer notes and more pictures. 

  • We spoke about a house built in 1831 that was the 1st house with high ceilings on both floors. It also had a secret passage, and the doors of the rooms were short to horses could not enter and the doors could be open only from the inside. This house was built for war.
  • Lastly, she told us about the Capilla De Los Negros, the chapel built for slaves in 1872 out of mud.

We went to visit the chapel. It is kept the way it was pretty much with a dirt floor and old benches. Of course no one worship in there. It is kept by the grandson of the lady who used to take care of it in the beginning. I can’t remember his name. The church is a testament of the blacks struggle. It is the only building the state allowed them  have around 1862, their own place of worship. Currently, it is the only building they still have as a testimony of their history. 

Tina asked Dr. Anderson if they used the church as a form of organizing  the way the black church did and still does in America and Dr. Anderson said something that made it all come together even more, they had no need to organize and they did not really feel the need to organize.  

A short video I took is on youtube

In La Boca

Journal Entry

19 June 2014 Thursday

I woke up feeling a little better. The shower and rest did my body well. It also did me well to be alone.

We woke up and were told we were going to La Boca. We took like two buses and met the same tour guide we had on Sunday, Simon.

I took very little notes because La Boca was the place to take many pictures. Besides, I didn’t want to put myself in the habit of writing every little thing down.

La Boca is now a tourist site but I learn that it wasn’t always a place where tourist went. Actually it was like a ghetto…and I think it still is at the night. I enjoyed the story about the man who helped put La Boca back on the map, Benito Quinquela Matin. He was an architect and built a bridge that looks something like cranes in another part of Argentina. He died in 2010 a statue of him is at the entrance of La Boca.

A visit to Chascomus City

 

16 June 2014 –Tuesday

This morning I woke up really early. I couldn’t go back to sleep and anointed my head to fast. I fasted for the entire day.

I also help my roommate, Tina, make breakfast for everyone. I think Dr. Anderson felt some type of way having me make breakfast but I reassured her and Tina that I was fine cooking. I’ve cooked plenty of times for my family while I was fasting.

Today we traveled to Chascomus City. A city not very close by Buenos Aires. We had to take a van to get there and the van ride was horrible. People already are upset with each other and poor Dr. Anderson had to sit on a broken chair the whole 2 hour ride! I felt sorry for her. Marta got upset with me for singing out loud. All she had to do was ask me kindly to stop. I would have stopped.  I did stop and apologized to everyone. I felt we were all walking on egg shells with one another. The tension in the air was great. I couldn’t wait to get out of the van!

When we finally reached the city, it looked more like a college campus. The first place we went was to the main building the city (I think it’s called the Chascomus Laguna…I think) and used the restroom. This building was my favorite building because it had a dome inside that had fantastic acoustics! I mean, it was better than any church I’ve been in. You could really sing without a microphone and I felt like singing under that dome all day. While I was there testing, a young man came up to me with a camera and another young lady. They asked me if I could talk Spanish or French. Then in broken English asked me if they could interview me.

I turned to ask Dr. Anderson but she was gone with the rest of the group and sent Lauren upstairs to tell me to hurry out. He followed me down stairs and I was glad because Juan ended up doing the Interview which I think came out great. I wish Dr. Anderson would have spoken but she pushed us to do so. I forgot what I said, when the reporter put the camera in my face. I know I was blunt and told them that we were there to study the afro- argentines.  I also remember  my classmates sighing heavily and making snide remarks about being blunt or people there coming after us for what I said.

Finally, the tour of the city begun. Our tour guide name was Gabriela and she only spoke Spanish. She looked like my friend Edna from High school and they even had the same demeanor. I jotted down a few notes such as:

  • City founded in 1779
  • City preserves history of Afro-Argentines
  • 40,000 people live there and all maintain peace
  • The Indians were kicked out and only allowed back in if they were willing to adhere to the immigrants rules
  • 1865 the city begin to grow
  • A group of Indians called Malones (I think) learned how to fight the immigrants using guns and horses

Gabriela also told us about the building I fell in love with

  • It originally had 6 arches attached to the main entrance.
  • San Lamon was the architect

Gabriela continued to speak about other buildings. I begin to take fewer notes and more pictures. 

The Pink House

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Journal Entry:

14 June 2014

After the restaurant, we were given our first tour by Fernanda, an original Argentine young lady. She said she was an artist and did not know much history about her own country. She lead us to La Casa de Rosada which is where the president, Kristina Kirchaer lives or more importantly do her work.

We spoke about the San Martin who in 1850 won freedom for Argentina and went around South America fighting. 

We also went inside La Casa de Rosa and saw beautiful art work placed on the walls. The following are the people I took notes on who were interesting to me:

                Tupaj Katan a Bolivian who fought.

                Simon Bolivar who worked alongside of San Martin trying to gain independence for Peru, Venezuela, Columbia, Ecuador.

                Don Evo Morales Ayma