Ever since I’ve stopped working, Jo and I (actually more Jo) would normally wake up to have brunch at about 11am. This late brunch throws our day off sync because we would have an afternoon snack around 3pm and then dinner at 8pm followed by supper at about 1am.
My parents, on the other hand, follow a strict regimen of having breakfast at 7 in the morning, lunch at 1pm and dinner at 6pm.
So you can see, our meal times NEVER overlap. This can only mean one thing: my parents are convinced that Jo and I survive on a weird diet of air and sunshine.
So far, our meal timings have worked brilliantly on our travels. We go in later than the normal mealtime crowd, so we never really have to wait in line and we always have a table.
And then along comes Argentina.
The Argentinians have a practice that I would have appreciated the hell out of, back when I was working. Even in the big city of Buenos Aires, they have a siesta period from 1pm to 5pm.
The rationale for the siesta is to allow the working crowd to take some time off in the middle of the day to attend to personal matters. This could mean anything from a catnap to self enrichment classes to bringing the kids from school to just chilling in the parks.
So, while in Argentina, do as the Argentinians do right?
We spent A LOT of time in parks during our time in Buenos Aires. I’m pretty sure that 89.3% of Buenos Aires is composed of parks.
It does help that they really have some really gorgeous parks with gentle hills that are just begging us to lie down or even roll down from.
The downside of the siesta? The working crowd have to go back to work till 9pm at night after the “break”. Accordingly, the shops and restaurants adjusted THEIR siesta hours to match that of the working crowd’s. Most shops/restaurants are closed from 4pm to 9pm to serve the working crowd. Who gives a shit about tourists anyway, right?
Re: Our meal time. A GIANT monkey wrench.
We were constantly hungry during our first two days in Buenos Aires.
We’d show up expectantly at restaurants only to find that it is “Cerrado”ed.
I realize from my experience that this can only mean one thing. Argentinians survive on a diet of sunshine and fresh air.