It feels somewhat pretentious this whole blog-thing... But, I think it is a good way of giving my Argentinean boyfriend's mind a rest. He is quite tired of my never ending comments about his country, culture and language. Cultural differences are interesting in a relationship up to a point when they can either disappear/diminish or evolve into a real problem. So, to avoid this second quite negative scenario I will share some of my thoughts here, communicating them to cyberspace.
I think it would be a good thing to start with the Samborombon thingy, given the photo chosen for the blog and all... Samborombon is a big deal to most Swedes, while hardly any Argentineans would raise even an eyebrow upon hearing the name mentioned. Samborombon is a small village at the Rio de la Plata/Atlantic coast (just where the Rio turns into the Atlantic). Full stop - only three lines in Wikipedia. For Swedes, however it represents a romantic place where Fritiof got brushed aside by Carmencita. Oh, how we all adore the beginning of 20th century (?) song by Evert Taube.
So, you can imagine my Argentinean boyfriend's face when we were in the car, on the highway from Buenos Aires to Mar del Plata and I call out "SAMBOROMBON" when we pass a road-sign saying just that. "Stop the car!!!! Turn around!!!" We found a way to turn and I got my photo taken next to the hostería. And it is true - it is a village without streets, just as the song tells =) Obviously I was singing the song including all verses, translating them all into Spanish to Pablo (my boyfirend) during the rest of the trip. Cultural exchanges at their best! hehhe
(Of course the only (?) Argentinean restaurant in Stockholm bears the same name, and at all Swedish parties in the Swedish club in Buenos Aires the song is sung at the top of the lungs of all the drunken Swedes attending).
That was that - my first submission!
I think it would be a good thing to start with the Samborombon thingy, given the photo chosen for the blog and all... Samborombon is a big deal to most Swedes, while hardly any Argentineans would raise even an eyebrow upon hearing the name mentioned. Samborombon is a small village at the Rio de la Plata/Atlantic coast (just where the Rio turns into the Atlantic). Full stop - only three lines in Wikipedia. For Swedes, however it represents a romantic place where Fritiof got brushed aside by Carmencita. Oh, how we all adore the beginning of 20th century (?) song by Evert Taube.
So, you can imagine my Argentinean boyfriend's face when we were in the car, on the highway from Buenos Aires to Mar del Plata and I call out "SAMBOROMBON" when we pass a road-sign saying just that. "Stop the car!!!! Turn around!!!" We found a way to turn and I got my photo taken next to the hostería. And it is true - it is a village without streets, just as the song tells =) Obviously I was singing the song including all verses, translating them all into Spanish to Pablo (my boyfirend) during the rest of the trip. Cultural exchanges at their best! hehhe
(Of course the only (?) Argentinean restaurant in Stockholm bears the same name, and at all Swedish parties in the Swedish club in Buenos Aires the song is sung at the top of the lungs of all the drunken Swedes attending).
That was that - my first submission!
Así como a los suecos que llegan a Buenos Aires les cuentan la historia de la camiseta de Boca, a cada argentino que va a Estocolmo le cantan la canción de Taube. Así que, allá me desayuné con que Samborombón era conocido más allá de la Argentina y que había un poeta sueco llamado Ebert Taube y de que el ¿único? restaurante argentino que vi en Estocolmo (en Gamla Stan) se llamaba Samborombón
ReplyDeleteJajajaj viste! Por eso yo, como buena sueca empecé el blog con justamente Samborombon =)
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