Argentina

Argentina

The Argentine Flag Consists of the colors, light blue and white. The emblem featured on the white band is a yellow sun with a human face known as the Sun of May.



Iguazu Falls. The falls are part of a nearly virgin jungle ecosystem surrounded by national parks on both the Argentine and the Brazilian sides of the cascades. The Iguazu River begins in Parana state of Brazil, then crosses a 1,200-km (750 mi) plateau before reaching a series of faults forming the falls. 

A Gaucho (Argentine cowboy) driving a carriage across the pampas. The pampas are a vast, fertile lowland plain found mostly in Argentina, but extending into Uruguay and southernmost Brazil. Vegetation is predominantly composed of grasses; trees are rare. Important for cattle ranching and farming, the region contains rich topsoils that in places are up to 300 m (1,000 ft) in depth.



The Obelisk (El Obelisco) along Nueve de Julio Avenue in Buenos Aires. The thoroughfare, named after Argentina's independence day (9 July 1816), is generally considered the widest avenue in the world. The Obelisk, built in 1936, measures 67 meters high (220 feet) and commemorates the founding of the city.



Ushuaia The southernmost point in Argentina, the beautiful land scape is mostly dry and is pluntiful of tall hills, and rural patches of land.. 

Patagonia A region in South America, specifically in Argentina and Chile, extending from the Andes to the Atlantic.



Buenos Aires Buenos Aires beaches are one reason among many why people visit the capital city of Argentina. There are a variety of beaches right in the city and but many of the best beaches near Buenos Aires are located to the south along the Mar del Plata and in Montevideo Uruguay. 

Amazing Sights Argentina possesses amazing geographic diversity, which makes it the perfect adventure for anyone. This large country is known as the Land of Six Continents and is the eighth largest country in the world. A total of 39,537,943 people call Argentina their home. The Andean culture, lush rainforests, deserts, majestic mountains, and looming glaciers create an environment unlike any other 

Carnival of the Country media type="file" key="jackies recording.m4a" width="300" height="50" By: Jackie Gibbons

My head twrils wildy as I look from dancer to dancer. Each group doing a differnt dance in perfect sncy. There are some many, all dress up in the the most beiful shades colore, every outfit that a girl would wear was a two pice outfits, with millmo of sparkle with make the daceing girls pop out. The loud booming of muice feels my ear with joyfull muice. I know i bet deaf by morring. But still I stay a listen and watch the dacner. Beside it was alway my dream to come to Argentina, and celbrat the most biggst clebration of year. I travled all the way from Frace just to see this and finlay happpening. My heart pounds everytime I think about and how here, the loud mucie makes it pound even more. It feel like my heart is about to pop out, the beat is so hard. But I here vioce, it was my friend Madison "Juila, thanks goodness I found, I though I lost you for good" She said as she squeezed through the crowd of people. " Wow I wont be suppizzed if everyone who lived Argentina tonight was her, i so pack with people." Madison said and she try to catch her breth. It look like she had been running forver. " I wont be suppized I, it one of the most bigget clebration here in Argentina" I laughed, as I took out and small black band, to tie my wave brown hair to stop from stciking to my face because some all the sweat. I still watch the dancer, I wonder how hard the pratcice to make it perfect, or if the just natural that good. " There amzing arent they" Madison said as she cought me watching them. I just smiled, as I look up here and ask " How do say the name of the celbation again I keep on forgetting." I blushed. This has proble been the hunderth time I ask in two hours. Madison shook her head and laughed, then trun to me and say slowly. " el carnaval del pais" try to meomier it. Then a loud grumble came from my tummmy. It sound like a valocon had just erupted, then I knew I need to get something to eat or i just might sturve to death, so Iook up at Madison,becasue she was so tall and said. " Hey Madison im straving lets go gets some grub to eat." as I cratle my arms around my tummy so the harsh pain of hunger would go awlay,even thoguh I knew they would never go awlay."Ya lets go get some grub girly, im starting to get hungery.' Madison Said. It sounded lie she been waiting me to say that forever. so I staned up on tip toes to see if i could see anything, but they were crowds of people and every single one of them were tall. But yet I couls smell it. My mounth water, it smelled to good it felt like I could tast right now. All I could see in my mind was me eating all of the goood foods I smelled. " This going to be though stay close just we case we get lost Juila." Madison said as she took a grip on my rist and pulled me throught the crowd,pusing and and passing other people. It was Hot in the crowd of people. It made me sweat even more. I felt like like my whole face was about to melt slowly off. LIke by the end of the night I would be faceless. Something cough my eye as we passed people. " Madison stop" I holder as dead stop almost making myself and madison trip." what is it Juila, you almost made mer tirp" madison snaped,as she tried to ctach her blance. "Look over there, look at all that Chocolate" I said. My eyes grow wide as i step closer and closer to the stand. Millons of small milk chocolate lined angest each other it a percet line. A young man look up at me a smiled. " Would you like one." He said handing me a perfcet milk chocolate, cover with strips of white chocolate. I look at for a mintue. It look so pretty I dont want to eat, and keep it forever, but my teats buds water, wanting to know how it taest. But I still look at all careful done detail on it. Each strip of white chocolate was swriled percfeactly around it. " Well Julia are you going to eat what." Madison brake as she throw one of the chocolates in her mouth. Her expresstion on went blank and her eyes got big " Because if u don't eat I will." She said and she try to grab the chocolate out of her hand. " Hey" I laughed as I pulled the chocolate away from her hands. I look at it one more time and then pop it was gone. An explond of sweetness filled my mouth, as I let it sit in my mouth it mealted, into a creamy pool in my mount. Then it was gone and in tummy. I lick my lips hoping bit of chocolate sumges would be around my mouht. I open eye and all I could think about what other wonderful food this cravil would have. So i grabe Madison hand and ran saying " Come Madsion lets go find some more food." I said I began ran, and getting lost in crowed waiting to find more outrages foods there will be. I could not wait to stuff my mounth with the new foods there might be there.

Panchito By: Kelsey Norton

I remember how she ran. Sprinted. Sprinted right through the quaint village, full of dirt roads and stone made houses, with venders on every street corner. Cacti lined the streets, flowers in full bloom, and tall mountains towered around the small village. The sun was high in the sky, and her tan skin was almost brown against the sun light. Argentina, sits on the bottom of the South American continent, and in Humahuaca, where I was, in the summer, is extremely hot. She scurried in and out, rat like, scurrying through a corn maze at a pumpkin patch, sweating. Chasing after a small calf. The chocolate brown, and creamy white animal dogged the local villagers and bumped into small children. People jumped up and down, while yelling at her to move faster, and, circle back around, in Spanish, their catholic cross necklaces bouncing around their necks. Siting in my rocking chair on my wood porch, I recall thinking, //what a cute scene.// Right until the young girl slipped right into a puddle of mud, immediately hitting the ground with a thump. That’s when she started to cry. She sat there in the wet, damp, cold mud, and sniffled with embarrassment, as the locals and venders chuckled with laughter at her foolish acts. She stood up, color in her cheeks, beads of sweat on her for head. Her cloth pants where covered in mud, and, her shirt had ripped down the side. The calf ran out past the boarders of the village, escaping from his well known future. “ //Niño entra, yo le arregle antes de regresar a casa//.” Come, I said. She walked into my house, with a scared look on her face, when she sat down on my leather couch, she began to weep. //“Mi papá, mi papá, nunca me deja cuidar de los animales de nuevo!”// In other words, //my dad, my dad, he will never let me take care of the animals again//. My heart throbbed with sympathy for the girl, she only could have been nine or ten, and she was put with the responsibility of taking care of the family cattle. Cattle in Argentina, actually, any kind of meat is extremely important to their culture, and is a major contributing factor towards their counties image. Most Argentines eat meat three times a day, whether they are snacking, or eating a meal. Its cheap, and lasts a relatively long time. “ //Mi padre no será capaz de pagar una nueva vaca!”// //My father//, she said, //will not be able to afford a new calf.// As she said this her eyes filled with regret and sorrow. Her family was probably going to raise the little calf, and slaughter it at the appropriate age, so they could sell for profit. President Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner, had turned Argentina around since her election in 2008, reducing the poverty rate but half, and decreasing the large hunger problem by a large percentage, but there where still many families that struggled, supporting children and keeping a roof over their heads was harder that everyone thought. As the girl explained her story, where she lived, her family, her brother and baby sister, and her responsibilities that come with being the oldest, I washed her pants, cleansing it from the mud, and sewed her ripped shirt. She wore a shirt of mine that I had bought from vender in San Salvador when I have first arrived in Argentina two years ago. The bright colors stood out agains her rich skin tone. I had learned to love the culture so much since then. She got to a part of her story, and she began to tear up, and tell me how her father had bought the calf, hoping it would support his struggling family, I handed her some alfajores, a common Argentine pastry. She thanked me, and wiped her tears. “ //Mi papá me va a castigar a.”// //Her father will punish her,// she said. I remember exactly how this statement hit my heart, like someone had but a stone inside it, and dropped it in the ocean, making it sink. I leaned over, and looked her deep in the eyes, lost in the sea of ice blue that seemed endless in her eyes. “ //Todo estará bien, confía en mí.//” //Everything will be fine, trust me,// I had said, knowing that everything would be fine. Because what she didn't know, was that her calf was still safely in the gates of her home, probably eating some grass. And that the small, brown and white calf, was mine. I had the same one, it had gotten loose earlier, I hadn't bothered to tie it back up. A frown crossed her face, and she looked back at me, grabbed her close and slipped them on, she said, “ Gracias. Ah y mi nombre es Isabella.” As she walked farther down the road, she got smaller and small, her head low. As I looked down the opposite side of the street, and just as I had guessed, Panchito my brown calf, was trotting up the road, tired from his long race.

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