because motives matter
I’m not really a shutter bug, although I like the philosophy of bestcamera.com— the best camera is the one you have with you. But there are some images stuck in my head from our trip to Argentina that weren’t captured on a camera of any kind. The first of these is a middleaged woman leaning… Continue reading I left my Jeep in Argentina
“You see that cross and him who bled thereon! Stand still and look that way, and your burden shall fall from your shoulders. Where Jesus died, you shall live. Where Christ was wounded, you shall be healed.” C.H. Spurgeon Katie and I climbed a mountain yesterday, and there was a seventy-foot cross at the top.… Continue reading the way of the cross
I was talking with Pablo last night, at our final asado on this trip. Fifteen people got together to eat about 16 pounds of meat over three hours, as the various cuts and kinds roasted slowly on the grill. Pablo is a missionary kid, a child of two cultures whose parents have the opportunity to… Continue reading are there guitars in Argentina?
Sometimes there is so much to do that the only thing that makes sense is to do nothing at all. When we realized we only had a couple of more days in Santa Rosa we made a list of things we needed to do: clean the cottage, buy a grate for the grill, visit a… Continue reading so don’t cry for me in Argentina
Alfajores. That would be Moon Pie, only smaller. These chocolate covered double-decker cookies with assorted fillings are everywhere. Buy them in bulk if you want. In places where Argentines go on vacation every other shop is an alfajores shop. Agua con o sin gas. Water, with or without carbonation. In a bottle, and not from… Continue reading a brief culinary guide to Argentina
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