Mate is the national drink of Argentina. (it's pronounced in two syllables, with a short e.) They put it in a gourd with hot water and pass it around, sipping it out of the same filtered straw, called a bombilla. When it’s gone they pour some more hot water out of a thermos into the… Continue reading the fountain of youth
they eat parrots, don’t they? (AA4c)
I’ve referred to the parrots here, as a trope for the slightly exotic character of our surroundings. But I wouldn’t want to leave the wrong impression. I get a sense that the parrots are a nuisance bird. I got that impression when Ivan bought me a sling-shot the second day we were here and wanted… Continue reading they eat parrots, don’t they? (AA4c)
a river runs through it (AA4b)
Katie and I are finding a new pace for our life, now that we are getting past the travel and tourist aspects of our trip. We are settling into our own routines, here on the edge of the mountains. I’m on sabbatical, which implies rest but in modern academia involves a set of expectations about… Continue reading a river runs through it (AA4b)
in search of celery (AA4a)
We found some fresh celery in the store yesterday and practically started dancing. Then, we found some broccoli that wasn’t limp and yellow. Cue the orchestra. Our search for fresh produce since we have been here has been largely unrewarded. There are vegetable stands everywhere, but they usually lack refrigeration and appear to only get… Continue reading in search of celery (AA4a)
Adventures in Argentina, week 3
In which we preach, play tourist, meet aereophiles, consult our dictionary, find a German bakery and hear the parrots. Sunday, March 7 We spent the night with Ernesto and Marlene Forteza, missionaries who have been in this suburb of Buenos Aires for 20 years. They have created a literal garden in bleak, urban landscape. This… Continue reading Adventures in Argentina, week 3
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