For Father's Day we enjoyed an asado, courtesy of our current house guest, Tomás.
is a British MK who is studying aeronautical engineering in Cordoba.
Recently he cut his hand quite badly while washing dishes; he actually
severed a tendon. His dad came to be with him when he had surgery to
re-connect the tendon on June 7th, but he needed to return to Salta, so
once the swelling went down and they were able to put a permanent cast
on his arm June 11th, Tomás came here to recuperate. He needed to stay
in the area while finishing exams at the university. He's been a very
easy house guest, and we'll miss him when he leaves this evening. His
final exams were today and he's catching a bus to Salta to
spend the winter break with his family.
We also enjoyed a nice long skype visit with our son in the
afternoon, when he called to wish his dad a Happy Father's Day. It was
fun to catch up with him and hear how their plans are going regarding a
big move later this year. We got on google earth and saw where his
company headquarters are located in San Francisco. I love being able to
move the little man around and see the street like you're standing right
in front of the buildings. That is such a cool feature!
This was the first year we became aware of another cultural difference, having to do with Father's Day. My guess is that we didn't learn about it sooner because we had not developed close enough relationships the first couple years, and last year we were in the U.S. when Father's Day rolled around.
Anyway, all that to say: Apparently Father's Day in Argentina is considered a day for men to honor one another with personal visits. I'd like to find out if this is something unique to this area (like high school graduation open houses in the Midwest) or if it's typical throughout the country.
Mid-afternoon Abram and his three children and granddaughter stopped in to see us. They brought máte and bizcochos, and I quickly put together a picada of ham, salami and cheese cubes with a dish of olives on the side. We enjoyed catching up with them (we hadn't seen Ruth or Joel in over a year) and being entertained by Uma, Abram's adorable granddaughter.
So now we know!
I think it's a very meaningful tradition, but I also see the dangers as our network of friends grow! It could turn into one of those marathon days like we used to have back in Michigan, when we had multiple graduation open houses to attend on any given weekend.
Learning about how Father's Day is celebrated here made me wonder: Have we missed other cultural cues regarding special holidays? I'm going to need to ask my friends!