Yesterday I went to a religious theme park where I had the great pleasure of taking my photo next to Jesus and his bleeding heart. The simple existence of the “Tierra Santa” in Argentina is (in my opinion) the epitome of commercialized religion. Obviously, the Catholic Church is a flagrantly profiting business, however it just seems ridiculous to me that I can go visit Jesus-land and pose with the three wise men and a plastic sheep. It’s incredibly tacky!Myself, and my friends Hannah and Nathan (who are some of my favorite humans on the planet, by the way) decided that the lure of plastic religion was irresistible and we had to go look. We started out the day with homemade pancakes, dulce de leche and mimosas. Then we gallivanted through the park, took lots of pictures and checked out the hot centurions wearing tiny skirts. I’d like to have a profound statement to make about the place, but really it was just a lot of ugly statues. I felt a bit sorry for the small children. I mean, at 10 years old I would have preferred the water park next door.
To contrast such a pious day, Nathan and I hit up the boliches late-night to get in some dancing. Suddenly, rivers of foam started pouring onto the dance floor and we were drenched in sticky oozing bubbles. It was fun! My shoe did slip off into the bubbly abyss but it miraculously reappeared about five hours later. The only downside to being completely soaked meant I was shivering as I watched the sun rise over the brown river.
Buenos Aires is special and I’m going to miss it. Where else in the world can you go visit Jesus and dance all night in a cloud of foam?
