More small differences between Argentina and San Francisco:
People don’t really throw anything out. There are two “vintage” stores in our neighborhood, and pickings are slim. One of the owners told me she goes to New York to get things, because Argentines pass down their clothing or use the fabric to make something new.
Perhaps because of the above, there’s a rich sense of creativity in the way Argentines dress and the things they make. So many of the objects in shops are completely novel to me.
Especially mid-day, about a quarter of restaurants and bars have no music. It’s peaceful.
There’s dog shit everywhere on the sidewalks, presumably because the dog walkers take out six or seven dogs at a time.
The ideal ice cream cone scoop comes to a point on top, because they don’t keep ice cream as cold here. All the giant pictures of idealized ice cream in heladerias have scoops that look like gnome hats.
They open presents on Christmas Eve, and some families light candles and make wishes before blowing them out. Everyone sets off fireworks at midnight, so the city sounds like New Year’s at home with all the explosions and shouting.
Whipped cream is more the consistency of whipped butter.
Lots of shop owners have a high fear of fraud about Internet sales.
“Hypoallergenic” products are often perfumed.
There are little garbage cans next to the toilets so you can throw away your toilet paper instead of flushing it.
Thermoses are everywhere in shops because people need them to keep their matÃª warm.
What nutella is to much of Europe, dulce de leche is to Argentina. It’s caramelized brown sugar, milk, and sweetened evaporated milk, and they put it on bread, pancakes, ice cream, whatever. The texture is unbelievable, like liquid silk.