Day 400: Buenos Aires, Argentina
This would make you think I’m a complete sloth.
The truth is I have been a gym rat for the last 19 years. I love step class. I love spinning. I love the adrenalin you feel after a class knowing you’ve worked as hard as you possibly can.
I am a gym rat.
It’s a good trait to have when you also love food so much you save bacon fat to cook other things in it.
And while it’s been such a big part of my life I haven’t stepped in a gym since I stepped off the plane in Cancun. Like most others who travel I lost weight the first year. But in Argentina where steak, bread and pasta rule I’m been getting a bit round.
You know that inch-thick piece of fat you sometimes get on steak? I have that around my whole body.
But I’m also not prepared to give up the delicious Buenos Aires lifestyle so there’s only one solution:
It’s a win win situation, with both wins being on my side.
Each day I learn something new about the Argentina culture. It amuses and confuses me. The gym is no different, for example:
- My Body Combat is the same as in Canada but they turn out all the lights and turn on flashing coloured lights.
- Instructors outrageously flirting with participants seems to be welcomed and expected. One spinning instructor helped a girl stretch who giggled the entire time.
- One woman wearing converse high tops to a spinning class was not new to the class and turned out to be an instructor for a stretching class.
- My friend Rease saw a woman wearing a backless top with no bra, I have seen full make-up, jewelry, and in some cases skirts instead of shorts.
- I have already been to a spinning class. It started 15 minutes late because the instructor arrived late and then needed to kiss all the women and say hi to all the men. No one grumbled or looked at the clock. It’s how it’s done here.
But even as I laugh at all of the cultural differences I should give them credit. The instructors notice that I am new and introduce themselves. Andres may believe that I don’t speak Spanish but always calls out my name when he sees me and gives me high fives.
It’s weird but I like it.