Argentina, May 3-16
I always feel like a bit of an imposter in this kind of place. The restaurant is clearly filled with businessmen and other elites. The food is elegant – although not all that expensive by international standards – and the service deferential, unlike the places I ate in Buenos Aires. I don’t feel quite as awkward here as in a fancy men’s store where I feel positively intimidated. I guess this is what Pierre Bourdieu means when he says that one’s habitus is embodied because of the ways in which the “feel for the game” is internalized as second nature. I do know the rules of the game in the sense of knowing how to behave and what to do; but I don’t feel the game.
