It was an oh-so sweet hello for our team, entering Argentina. South America meant a reunion with our sweet and gracious Lyds(a long story for another time).
Finish line in sight, we picked up our weary and tired selves and pushed to the finish. Coming from SA, we had gotten the little bit of refreshing we needed to really give all we had into this last country. Some days it was harder than others.
Buenos Aires is a curious city full of adventures waiting to happen, photogenic streets, the tastiest pastries and coffee, and people longing for love.
We started our days with worship (my absolute favorite) and always had something to look forward to for the rest of the day. Ranging from sweet time at the nursing home, or loving on the children in the slums, to time spent in the hospital talking and praying for patients, and evangelism in the parks(and even a train station!).
There’s no lack of passion in the beautiful city of BA. The argentine people are driven and beautiful people. They are very open in their beliefs and are overflowing with talent.
One of our days there, we got to participate in a “March for Jesus” along with thousands(yes, thousands) of other people.
In our down time we took to the streets exploring.
Always in the mood for bakery items so yummy they were eaten long before pictures were taken. We found just about every coffee shop within a 5 mile radius and soooo loved getting to take walks in the near-perfect weather.
We got to know the public bus route pretty well and overcame any fears of being in a tight space with a lot of strangers all pushed together.
Buenos Aires is full of many hidden gems.
A little nook by the name of La Boca captured my heart. This area holds the heart and soul of Argentina. With it’s salsa dancing, open street markets, and vibrant colored buildings, it quickly shot to the top of my favorites list.
Such a happy place that filled my heart with so much joy.
The flowers. The colors. The dancing. The markets. The people. The food. The music.
We could have spent all day there. The only down-side being that, they saw we were westerners and wanted to charge us far above the normal price for things.
Aside from our wanderings, we did a lot of praying over the city wherever we were. As beautiful as the city is, there is still a darkness. A lack of hope. Naturally we combatted that in our interceding and spoke life and hope over the city.
It was such an honor to carry the love of Jesus with us as we strolled the sidewalks. Admiring the incredible European-influenced architecture of the buildings. It was amazing to see the God given talent portrayed through our surroundings.
You’re a beaut Argentina. Thanks for sharing your people and passion with us.
(I had to throw this last one in because what are the odds of finding a burger joint called “Brooklyn” in the middle of a spanish speaking country????)