About a week after first arriving to Buenos Aires, my husband invited me to see a play by a local theater group of which his friends were part. Being the curious, culturally-interested girl that I was at the time I accepted. Unfortunately for me, the play we went to see was a strange musical about the Argentina revolution, or something to that effect, and with my basic Spanish skills and scarce knowledge of Argentine history, I wasn’t able to catch a thing.
So, a few months ago when my husband proposed another play to see together, my first reaction was “NO, thank you.” However, after some pushing and shoving, I conceded. I’m such a good wife. Or a pushover. Continue reading