December 2009
5 posts
City boys and girl gettin' down on the farm
For our final full day in Argentina, we channeled our inner-rednecks (after all, we did attend N.C. State where we learned from the best) and headed northwest 150 kil. out of the city for a day on the farm. Three of our friends from dinner Monday night joined us—Dan, Warren and John. Things started off well enough. We had a driver pick us all up at our respective apartments in the city and...
Mas gringos, por favor!
Growing weary of Spanglish, we were ready for a feast with some fellow Americans. Lucky for us, a group of four friends touched down in Buenos Aires Monday morning. We broke down and headed to the uber-touristy Cabana Las Lilas, although, as Fodor’s puts it, “if you’re going to fall into a tourist trap, this is the one to fall into.” Bec abandoned her disgust with the idea...
A Dreary Domingo
The rain continued all afternoon Sunday, so we decide to take a respite on our 7th day and do what we typically do on Sundays in the fall…nap and watch the Redskins play like crap (well, at least in this case I didn’t have to see it, but was still able to listen to Sonny & Sam over the streaming radio feed…god bless the internet!)
Sunday night saw us heading out to Gran Bar...
