After a car, two planes (one leaving at 5:30AM, btw), a bus, another car, a hotel flood, and a short walk to a new hotel, I finally reached my hotel in Buenos Aires– a city that is not at all as close to Bogotá as I initially had imagined. I’m here for a conference that I heard about through the International Women’s Health Coalition. A few years ago, their President spoke at the Googs. I kept in touch and reconnected with the organization a few months ago, right after I found out about the Fulbright.
Their Latin America contact is awesome and got me an invitation to this conference in Argentina, El Primer Encuentro Latinoamericano de Prestadores Públicos de Abortos Seguros y Legales (The First Latin American Meeting of Public Providers of Safe and Legal Abortions). Because the conference is so closely aligned with my Fulbright grant proposal, I came and decided to stay through the weekend because I’d never been to Buenos Aires before.
I got in on Tuesday night, after a full day of traveling (see: above), and on Wednesday went on a three-hour walking tour of the city. I’ve enjoyed the beauty of the city, and the crisp winter weather, but not how much I stand out here. In the last couple of days, I’ve counted five people of color- including two older Asian people and myself. It’s not as if I’ve experienced any racism, but the stares are intense. At least in not-so-diverse Bogota, people can assume I’m from the Colombian coast or something. But here, in this sea of straight hair and fair skin, there’s no blending in.
Some of the pictures of the walking tour are below: