Yesterday José Larralde came to Berisso.

I always wanted to see him live but all of his appearances were on hard to reach places.
He gifted us with a magnificent show of a bit less than four hours.

This year I did not attend to many shows but this was one of the bests.

Burning down the house

(Watch out)

So many drafts, some stories and pictures from the last PyCon at Bahía Blanca.

I was happily hacking on the kitchen the other Saturday when I hear a strange noise coming from the garden.

To my dismal surprise I see that the shed is on fire and part of the roof collapsed. I went in to take out a propane can to avoid an impending catastrophe and called the firemen (lucky us, they are a few blocks away).

We lost the roof, tools, vinyls and books on an adjacent room but nothing that can’t be replaced. Still fuck.

Some pictures of PyCon at flickr (not mine)

Puerto Galván

After spending most of the morning walking around the hostel I picked up the car and headed for Puerto Galván as I was told that, maybe, I could reach the sea there.

I parked and walked towards one of the entrances. Upon arriving I was greeted by an old propeller:

There were silos and the associated conveyors, really big storage warehouses and an oil refinery. On most of those areas there are guards and signs forbidding the use of cameras or phones so no pictures.

Outside the refinery there are lots of oil pipes and rail tracks, most of them look well kept and used frequently.

As I walked towards that pipe over the tracks I reached an old iron water tank. I tried to climb to the top but the stair was really flaky and I backed out.

There was a cargo train by its side, it was very easy to get to the roof and walk a bit but all that iron was really hot from the sun. At the other side there’s an abandoned control house. Not very interesting, some signs of people sleeping and drinking but nothing else.

Walking back towards the parking lot there’s a very old wagon made almost entirely of wood. On the roof some birds made their nests and chirped cheerfully while I peeked inside.

Bahía Blanca – Day 1

After the PyCon I spent the rest of the week at Bahía Blanca working remotely to rest a bit and tour the city.
Our hostel was very comfortable, a bit far from the centre, just there from a red light zone but also across an old train station and surrounded by antiques dealers.

Today is a holiday here so I went for a walk. Most of the streets and houses have very nice trees and flowers.

Also a house full of cats (almost everywhere I went I found cats)

I also went to Ingeniero White and on my way back I visited Parque de Mayo and bathed a bit on the Canal Maldonado, it was a very hot day.

PyConAR 2016 Days 1, 2 and 3

The first day we were quite busy handling the admission and all that stuff at Club Emprendedores Bahía Blanca, so no pictures (at least from me, there are others from the official photographer)

The following days were at Complejo Palihue. It’s a lovely campus at the outside of the city within very wealthy neighborhoods.

The lecture rooms and amphitheaters are ample and well stocked and the view is lovely:

I also spent a while at our booth

And attended to a couple of talks. This one is about MicroPython running on the EDU-CIAA

A small detour on my way to PyConAR 2016

It’s that time of the year (again) when I rent a car and hit the route.

This time I’m heading to Bahía Blanca in order to help a bit and attend to PyConAR.

At the side of Ruta 51 on Coronel Pringles, a bit after the crossing with Ruta 72 there’s a wonderful lake.
Even if there were about 60 kms left I had to stop to enjoy the day and stretch a bit my legs.


Yesterday I went to see Patricia Sosa at the Playón Municipal.

She used to move me, make me cry, laugh. But I was like, meh, nothing. All the people around cheering and singing and nothing.

All I had in my head was that old Rilo Kiley song (Paint’s peeling)

And i feel nothing, not safe
It’s a hard day for dreaming again


(from , not sure where did she find it)

Mi querida tristeza
De ti he aprendido que sentirme triste NO es malo; es inevitable. Es necesario. En la vida hay momentos maravillosos y momentos terribles; …tú has aparecido con los segundos. Perdí a personas, dejé atrás etapas, abandoné sueños. Me has acompañado cuando tuve que despedirme de todo aquello que se fue de mi vida. Por ello, te doy las gracias.

Tú me retuviste mientras no podía hacer otra cosa más que llorar y, cuando estuve preparada, dejaste que siguiera mi camino. Aprendí que las cosas llevan su tiempo; aprendí a ir más despacio, más tranquila, más reflexiva.

En cada momento de dolor, luché para salir adelante. Y así supe que la tristeza no implica debilidad; cuánto daño ha hecho la expresión “llorar es de débiles”; al contrario, las personas más débiles son aquellas que no son capaces de afrontar sus sentimientos. Hay que ser muy fuerte para mirar a nuestro dolor a los ojos y dejar que fluya. Hay que ser muy fuerte para superar la tristeza y recuperar la alegría. Eso sí que es de personas fuertes.

Aprendí que eres un sentimiento intransferible; que el camino que se recorre junto a ti, nadie podía recorrerlo por mí. Nadie.

Pero también aprendí que el dolor compartido, duele menos; que aunque hay caminos que debes recorrer tú mismo, hay gente te quiere y que está dispuesta a acompañarte. Qué compartir alegrías es la sal de la vida, pero que compartir las penas llena el alma.

Es en los momentos de tristeza cuando aprendes a distinguir las relaciones auténticas de las superficiales. En lo bueno está todo el mundo, pero en lo malo, sólo unos pocos se quedan.

Y un día supe que debías irte, tristeza. Aunque agradezco tu ayuda, sé que no quiero convivir siempre contigo . No quiero una vida llena de tristezas y pesares, sino todo lo contrario.

Aprendí que si permaneces durante demasiado tiempo con la tristeza, corres el riesgo de acostumbrarte a ella. Sé que debes ser una visita breve y que debo invitarte a marchar antes de que te sientas demasiado cómoda.

Así que he aprendido a valorar la vida. Que la felicidad está en los instantes que saben apreciarse y agradecerse. Los pequeños detalles, las sorpresas agradables. La familia. Compartir unas risas con amigos. En realidad, compartir cualquier cosa. Leer un buen libro. Una comida rica. Aceptar a las personas como son. Ser capaz de querer y de dejarme querer… Si sabes apreciar los pequeños momentos de la vida, la felicidad siempre te rondará.

Y lo más importante, aprendí que ser feliz no significa vivir sin sentimientos angustiosos. No se puede. Debemos tomar conciencia de todas y cada una de nuestras emociones, agradecer su ayuda y despedirnos de ellas cuando su momento haya pasado.

Y es que vivir es sentir. Y hay que aprender a sentir…

La Falda Winter 2016: Redux

During these days I walked and biked a lot.

I switched my dietary habits and even tough I made many times more physical exercise than usual I didn’t feel weak.

I maxed out the hotel breakfast and then for the rest of the day I had fruit and dried seeds (they are way cheaper than here). I reconciled myself with feeling hungry, with an empty stomach, but now weak. That was liberating.

I lived like a vagrant (or a hobo sometimes) and everything was fine and dandy.

I slept on parks and the streets when the sun was nice.

I walked barefoot a lot.

I skinny dipped sometimes.

I was one with Nature.

I also learned that people listen to Nickelback on purpose there. Who’d a thunk it?

A couple of days I worked. I’d like to say that I had an epiphany and built a masterpiece but it was anything but that, quite mundane tasks. On the other paw, my office was a quiet spot on the mountain with a small river and birds singing just in front of me.

I’m back at the concrete maze, but my only consolation is that I still have a jungle and river near.

La Falda Winter 2016: Day 7

Today I woke up early as I had to make the trip back in one day.

I stopped at Córdoba to visit friends and eat some niceties from La Pugliese.

Went to Museum Emiliio Caraffa and tried to reach the ferris wheel at the zoo but the fare ($125) was too high for just a few moments, I was tight on time and the guard said that I wasn’t allowed to enter or look at it.

On the perimeter of the zoo near it there are many spots where people sleep and the fences are broken but there were many people around and I didn’t try to break in.

After that I did the remaining ~700Km on one long stretch. That killed my back.

La Falda Winter 2016: Day 6

Today I saw the sunrise from Cerro El Dragón and then went back to Vaquerías to follow the trail that goes to Cascada del Ángel.

On my way back I visited Museum Camín Cosquín. The owner was very generous, he opened it just for me and played the Blade Runner soundtrack. He was a bit intimidating turning on and off the lights from the console station, overlooking every step I did.

Sadly he was very strict in not letting me take any pictures inside, the minerals are breath taking, so wonderful.

Outside, I saw for the first time some insects besides mosquitoes. A wasp carrying a spider into her nest.

I woke up early and after a quick breakfast headed up Avenida Edén, ended again at Los Patos and disappeared into a small corridor among trees.

After a while I emerged at a road with an incredible view of the city.
Slowly the shadow becomes smaller and the city starts appearing (the sun is at my back on most of the pictures, it can not be seen, the mountain hides it)

There was another path leading to a higher point, I went there and then rode back to pick the car and go to Vaquerías again.

Today I could see that tower from another vantage point, it looks so small. It was quite a wonderful morning

Upon arriving the guard was nowhere to be seen so I took chance to look at some forbidden places.

There’s a barrier and a small road that goes down into a very quiet and abandoned river with spots to camp and make fire. A bit more downstream there’s a dam and rests of an old pumping station.

It was a bit difficult but I managed to get to the bottom of it, the air and water are really cold there and the rocks have a very slippery surface.

The view is amazing and totally worth it.

I crossed to the other side and took a look into the tubing, following it along until it disappeared. I almost fall after a false step.

Before going back to the main trail I took a quick dive. It was really, really cold and not very deep. It wasn’t that safe to jump from the top.

The road to Cascada del Ángel crosses through very nice water streams

The trail that returns to the stations has a lovely view of the mountains

I went to Plaza General Manuel Belgrano to rest a bit and eat.

Then I went to Museo Camín Cosquín.
It’s a mysterious place at the side of the route with a commendable collection of gemstones and fossils.

The owner was very kind. When I arrived he was quietly sitting at the shadow of a tree and opened it just for me, did all the dance of setting up the ticket booth and then walked me to the entrance.

On the middle of the exhibition there’s a U shaped table with lot’s of things for sale, he sat there looking at everything I did. As I moved from room to room he switched the lights and stared at me in silence. It was a bit creepy and the music (Blade Runner end by Vangelis) helped to create a mystic atmosphere.

It’s quite sad that he didn’t let me take a single picture of the insides.

At the stairs I saw the first couple of insects besides some flies, a wasp carrying a (not yet) dead spider into her nest. After managed to pull the body through a very small hole in the rocks.

The rest of the pictures are at

La Falda Winter 2016: Day 5

Today I woke up early and went to Plaza San Martín to have breakfast there.

The church (Parroquia Santísimo Sacramento) was open so I went inside for a peek. The stained glass panels look gorgeous with the morning sun. On a locked room behind bars and lots of furniture there’s an old computer running what appears to be a DOS program.

I like to think that someone set it up twenty years ago and locked there, she kept churning holy data. I wasn’t able to identify what was it running from the distance.

I headed to Cosquín and at a side of the route was this semi abandoned place, so naturally I had to take a look.

Some of the storage rooms upstairs seem to be used from time to time. The view from there is really nice, you can also peep at some other peoples backyards. On the stairs there’s a leather bag with clothes hidden among the steps.

Back again at the main level there was a very nice pair of gloves, I didn’t take them.

On another room there was quite a party. Lots of underwear and lingerie (mostly feminine) and lubed condom sachets. Safety first.

Then I went to Cosquín for a walk.

On a semaphore there were a couple of dudes juggling, I sat on the sidewalk to watch them and drink a bit. A nice old lady stopped by my side and gave me a $2 bill.

I continued my journey, after walking back and forth the main streets I bought some presents and went back to La Falda.

To complete the circle I fetched some food and had a quick dinner on a bench at Plaza San Martín.

There was a group of teens talking about their acid trips.

On the church is a very big banner talking about the ever growing drug situation.

The rest of the pictures are here:

La Falda Winter 2016: Day 4

Today I went to Museo Municipal Capitán Juan de Cevallos at the old train station in Valle Hermoso visited the abandoned cinema (no pickable locks nor windows where I fit. The real estate agency wasn’t interested in touring me inside it.).

A couple of blocks away there’s a gemstone museum run by a very nice man that looks a bit like Victor Heredia. I bought some quartz, turmaline and malachite.

After that I headed to Reserva Natural Vaquerías.

I had a great time at the museum chatting with Luis about our collections, we traded cards. There is a very nice collection of old radios, cameras, medical equipment, coins and assorted minerals and fossils. However, the captions on many of those were redundant.

I didn’t take any pictures at the gemstone museum but the man there was really nice and chatty. After that I walked a bit towards an old cinema but wasn’t able to break into it.

Not very far from there there’s Reserva Natural Vaquerías. I went first to the road that leads to Cerro de la Cruz.

A bit before the trail to the Cerro de la Cruz there’s this old house.

I was able to climb to the roof thanks to a somewhat crumbling stairs on the back. This house also has a room with an inspection pit for cars.

On the front there’s a pile of old cans of bug poison (Shell and YPF).

According to a guy who was feeding horses nearby this house belonged to an old woman and the UNC took it from her.

Then I went to the top. I didn’t take many pictures. Just a bit before the end someone put wiring fences on the main trail.

From the wrecked house I was able to see what looks like a water tower, I descended towards it.

The same small corridor among the grass leads to the river. I walked back and headed to the Reserva. The heat and sun left me exhausted so I drove up to the top where there’s a forestal guard and another wrecked house.

There are two “approved” circuits, one that leads to Cascada del Ángel and another that goes to Cascada de los Helechos.
Given my situation and the impending sunset I chose the former.

It is a very nice trail that crosses lots of water streams. There were some horses drinking.

I started to walk with a group of people but let them go ahead for a while so I could take a bath alone. There’s this small cascade perfect for that.

This spot was wonderful to skinny dip. A group of teens and a woman that looked like their aunt caught me later. The woman smiled with a very naughty smirk.

( There are way too many naked pictures of me around if you care to look, so I won’t add more. )

A bit later I arrived at Cascada de los Helechos. The water is ice cold and the humid wind makes it more prominent.

On the way back I spotted more horses.

I arrived at the guard station with a bit of time left before sunset, but he said I better come back another day to go to Cascada del Ángel.

All the pictures are at