Everywhere these women go the sound of piropos (catcalls) filled the air.
In our North American society, catcalls are what you associate with dirty mouth construction workers with no class basically degrading female that walk by.
Newly arrived visitors will wearily wait hours, days or even weeks for a phone call to be returned.
They will be left all dressed up with nothing to do on Friday night having naively interpreted a friend’s vague “salimos viernes” as concrete arrangements for an evening out.
You — sweet, innocent, idiot foreigner — spent the next five minutes scrambling on the floor looking for whichever possession of yours had taken a leap for freedom…
In Buenos Aires, even the meaning of a word as simple as “no” is fuzzy—especially when this word is used in the context of a conversation spoken in the international language of love.el que te envuelve, bombón.” (You dropped a paper — the one you were wrapped in, you sweet little candy).He proceeded to ask you out no less than 150 times, your refusals to accept him only bolstering his resolve.But in Argentina, depending on how a piropo is done is can be a great compliment to a woman's beauty.It is one of those things that are a matter of debate to whether piropos are uplifting or degrading.