Road Trip: Thanksgiving Day

Road Trip: Thanksgiving Day

On Thanksgiving morning, we picked up our rental car, stowed our big suitcases and hit the road with backpacks and snacks, excited (and a little nervous) to have 4 1/2 days with no plans (other than a place to stay the first night) to fill in as we went along.

We started by driving Northeast up the coast with the goal of seeing Casa Pueblo, a hotel that was built by Uruguayan artist Carlos Páez Vilaró originally as a summer house and workshop, but that now includes a museum, art gallery, cafe and hotel.

The kids were not necessarily impressed by the architecture, but the setting was gorgeous and we were able to hike down the hill right to the ocean shore, getting in our traditional Thanksgiving hike without even meaning to.



Everywhere we’ve been in Uruguay so far, the water is incredibly clear and inviting and the beaches and waterways are very clean. Compared to the city beaches of Rio and the port town of Buenos Aires with the river you rarely see, it was such a stark contrast to drive up Uruguay’s barely populated coast. Outside of Montevideo, so much of Uruguay is wide open spaces, mostly flat, and coast, and while the vast plains seemed unwelcoming at first, the terrain grew on us very quickly.

After our mini-hike, we got back on the road and headed to Jose Ignacio (sometimes playground for the rich and famous, including U.S. celebrities) and the Estancia Vik. Jim has met representatives of the Vik properties at different trade shows he’s attended, as they have multiple properties, and this was a great opportunity for him (and us) to take them up on their longstanding invitation to visit this particular property.

The Estancia Vik is a stunning ranch on 4,000 acres one mile from the Atlantic Ocean. It is easily the fanciest place that any of us have ever (or probably will ever) stay. The unique property was conceived of by half-Norweigan half-Uruguayan billionaire Jose Vik, originally as a summer and vacation property for personal use.  It has 12 suites, each one designed by an Uruguayan artist, featuring original art conceived of for the space. The details of each room are completely unique: some walls are wood-paneled, others painted colors corresponding to the direction they face on the property (all of the bright colors to the east to correspond to the sunrise, for example). While there, we got to go horseback riding and see a polo match. Cecelia was jealous that Jim’s horse had previously been ridden by Katy Perry! Needless to say, we felt extremely spoiled to have this experience and were grateful for the opportunity to experience the stunning surroundings.



We ventured off of the property in search of a local restaurant for “Thanksgiving” dinner and definitely had moments of parent-panic when we realized that due to it being low season and a Thursday (versus being the weekend), almost nothing in the area was open. Jim likened the feeling to being down the shore in the winter months, and it reminded me of trying to find dinner in Fairfax after 9:30PM on a weeknight when we first moved back to CA 10 years ago.

We finally found a restaurant with the help of some locals, but we were almost an hour too early for dinner (at 7:30) because true to what we’ve seen in most places, real dinner restaurants in Argentina and Uruguay, especially, do not serve dinner any earlier. Despite our best efforts, we’re not quite on the late dinner schedule yet so we made a pit stop at a local mini-mart to tide us over. Based on everything that ended up piled on the counter, I think we made the right decision to snack since we were apparently quite hungry.


We returned to the restaurant at 8:30 (almost on the dot) and were the first guests seated. The restaurant filled pretty quickly, though, and we had a delicious dinner (though it shared absolutely no similarities with a traditional Thanksgiving meal), splurged on some decadent desserts (including muerte por chocolate, or death by chocolate) and gave thanks for each other, our adventure, and all of our friends and family back home for whom we are so grateful and who we miss a ton.

More to come from our road trip in the next post!

Tchau and Buenos Noches!

On the road in Uruguay

We arrived by bus to La Barra, Uruguay from Montevideo on November 17th with the plan to spend the next 6 weeks in this small beach town near the more well-known resort town of Punta del Este.  If you are anything like me, then Uruguayan geography is maybe not your strongest subject, and hopefully the map below will help. With the Atlantic Ocean to the southeast, the Uruguay coast is easily the place where I’ve been the most directionally-challenged of anywhere I’ve ever been (so far!) Being on the coast, you’d swear you were seeing the sunset, but how can you be when you’re looking South?!?


After our time in Brazil and Argentina, we’ve come to the conclusion that the kids (and let’s face it, all of us) will be better off if we can find more organized activities in which they can participate.  In Buenos Aires, the boys loved the Club Marongoni de Futbol (soccer) that they did 3x per week, but we never found quite the right option for Cecelia, and even for the boys, it was clear they would love to have even more time with other kids. The fact that they are clearly missing time with friends plus some of the challenges of homeschooling/entertaining all three at home has motivated us to find more organized programs for them in our next destinations.

Traveling in close quarters for the past 3 months has also made it apparent (unavoidably so, at times ;)) that every one of us needs our own ‘right’ amount of “me” time and space. Most adults know how much time they like to spend with other people, and how much time they like to themselves, but it’s interesting to think about the fact that by the time you’re an adult, you probably don’t even think about this balance consciously on a regular basis. Most of us choose how to spend our time based on feelings and preferences that we might not even be able to articulate, that have become patterns and habits over time.

This trip has definitely made me more consciously aware of my own needs for space (whether or not my mom-guilt lets me admit to it) and it has been really eye-opening to start to observe this same drive and need in the kids to find the right balance for themselves. While obviously articulated differently by each of them, the kids each have a very strong sense of what they need and when they need it relative to space and time to themselves, and while we can’t always grant their wishes immediately (eg Colin told us that he needed space so he suggested he stay alone in our apartment in Punta del Este while we went to the beach), it has been great to see them start to learn this about themselves and to share it with us so that we can try to support them in getting their needs met.

Additionally, when they’ve had the opportunities, it’s amazing to see how the kids branch out when they’re with peers in the places we’ve visited without us ‘helicoptering’ about. Sean takes particular pride in the fact that he’s made at least one friend everywhere we’ve gone so far, and Cecelia has emails for the friends she bonded with in the pool at our hotel in Iguazu Falls, and on our snorkeling adventure in Ilha Grande.

So, arriving to La Barra, we had hopes of finding school or extracurricular programs for the kids over the (Uruguayan) summer break to give them a chance to hang out more with their peers, without us, and to even give them space from each other.


As with our other destinations, we had rented a small house in La Barra using Airbnb and were excited to arrive to our ‘cottage’ less than 2 blocks in either direction from both a beautiful beach and a commercial neighborhood with markets, restaurants, and shopping.

The kids have been troopers, and get better and better at traveling as our trip goes on. Our bus left us off ~5 blocks from our new home, and they barely batted an eye when we told them we were walking from the station to the house (with our 5 suitcases, 5 backpacks, and random extra bags of snacks for the trip and treasures we’ve acquired along the way). Needless to say, we were a sight (again) making our way through town during what is still the “low” season. This area gets much busier in mid-December through February during summer holidays for Argentines (90% of the tourists to this area), and Brazilians (5%), with people like us making up the other 5% (tourists from all over).



Out host met us at the house and was very gracious, even offering to take us into town to get groceries, which we’ve learned from our other arrivals is a critical first step to ‘setting up house.’ (Well, second step usually, with the first one being to actually locate the grocery store ;)). When it turned out that the local market was closed due to a strike, she drove us back to Punta del Este (a 15 minute drive), waited for us to shop, and brought us back again with all of our groceries.

The house itself turned out to be somewhat different than what was described in the ad on Airbnb, and unfortunately, we had a rough night staying there: we tried to make a simple pasta + vegetable dinner and found that there was not enough propane to boil water on our gas stove for the spaghetti, or even to thoroughly cook the broccoli (not that the kids minded this specific setback). The pots and dishes were all fairly dirty which required wash before use, and there was not a drying rack or dish towel to be found when it was time to clean up. The night only went downhill (I wish I could report otherwise) and we spent the majority of the night chasing buzzing mosquitoes and comforting kids who were also not sleeping well, only to find in the morning that some tiny critters had been feasting on them all night, and they were covered in red itchy bites. Needless to say, we decided without much discussion or fanfare to cancel our rental and make alternate arrangements.

While not a good night’s sleep and definitely not a home we will miss, we did make the most of the beautiful beach and grassy backyard to enjoy the super long days Uruguay has at this time of year. Uruguay has been experiencing unusually large and strong storms as of late, and the beaches were covered with shells and other interesting treasures as a result. (The storms probably also contributed to the insane quantity of mosquitoes and other flying pests that tried to disrupt our peace.)




Back in an apartment in the bigger city of Punta del Este, we checked out the beaches on both sides of the town (being a ‘point,’ it has a more exposed (rough) coast on one side and a more protected (calm) one on the other) while we started to figure out what we’d do next.


Believe me when I say that our whole family is always grateful for everything that Jim does, but we were even more grateful than usual to be married to/fathered by someone who owns and operates a South American travel company since our Airbnb was not what we had hoped for and we suddenly needed a new plan for the next 6 weeks.

Still wanting to see other destinations in the area that had been on the wish list all along, and following some intense hours of researching and planning on Jim’s part, we decided to rent a car and go on a mini road trip over what turned out to be the long Thanksgiving weekend.

Next post…Uruguay road trip!

Tchau for now!

First impressions of Uruguay

We started our Uruguayan adventure in Colonia del Sacramento, a short ferry ride (50KM) from Buenos Aires, and a town that has strong Portuguese and Spanish roots having been under the rule of both (after being first ‘founded’ and claimed by the Portuguese, it has been occupied and conquested back and forth up until 1828, when it became part of Uruguay).

Highlights of Colonia include ruins of fortress walls and gates, a convent dating back to the 17th century, a lighthouse dating to 1857, and the Basilica of the Blessed Sacrament. Classic cars (some driving, some used as planters) and cobblestone roads surround the town center. Not surprisingly, the kids were not all that charmed by the crumbling buildings and cobblestone roads, but luckily we played some soccer in the square near the Basilica and happened to stay in a hotel with an outdoor pool and breakfast buffet so all was forgiven.



A weekend and vacation spot for many Argentines given it’s proximity to Buenos Aires, it was not quite the ‘high season’ (summer) and we had much of the town to ourselves for a requisite self-guided tour in a golf cart (and you can probably imagine how that went). Playa Ferrando was a gorgeous, empty stretch of coast that we had to ourselves for part of a sunny morning before we departed for Montevideo.


We traveled from Colonia to Montevideo by bus (and yes, we are a sight tromping through a bus station: 5 gringos, 3 kids, 12 bags +/- whatever extra bags of snacks or treasures we happen to be holding on a given day). The kids did great on the long-ish ride, enough so that an elderly Uruguayan gentleman offered us ‘felicitaciones’ (congratulations) on traveling with our children.

We spent a few days exploring Montevideo and started to form some of our initial impressions of Uruguay. It has been so interesting to see the comparisons the kids draw as we move from one place to another, and this time was no exception.

Some of Colin’s most prominent observations:

-People smoke less in Uruguay (all of the kids have been shocked at how many people smoke in Latin America)

-There is less dog poop (he’s right that even taking into account the population difference, people here are definitely way more responsible about this)

-Food tastes better than it did in Brazil (food here is more similar to Argentine food, and contains all of the boys’ favorites: meat, pizza, pasta)

-“I’m not hungry” (Food portions are HUGE here. We thought at first that things were expensive, but it turns out that most ‘portions’ easily serve at least 2 people

We’ve also noticed that Uruguayans are more similar to Brazilians in their tendency to STARE at things/people they are not used to seeing (ie, us), but they also are the opposite of both Brazilians and Argentines when it comes to driving behavior; we’ve had multiple drivers stop and either honk or flash their lights at us to tell us to cross which has come as quite a surprise after months of being used to the idea that pedestrians have no right of way.

Having been in a very busy neighborhood of Buenos Aires for the past month definitely influenced all of our perspectives, as the greatest difference we all noticed was the general lack of people we saw out and about in the different neighborhoods of the city. After sleeping in on a Saturday morning (our first in Montevideo) and enjoying another breakfast buffet, we learned quickly that everything closes up early on Saturdays (by 1pm), but we still have not figured out where everyone went once things were closed. (As far as we could tell, they were not at restaurants or bars…)

Regardless, we took advantage of empty & quiet streets to cover a ton of ground and walk through the commercial center (felt like midtown Manhattan with fewer people), the old downtown (ciudad vieja) and the port (more cobblestone streets, tourist markets).


While in the Ciudad Vieja, we had the opportunity to see the inside of Teatro Solis, where Jim’s Grandfather Howard Mitchell conducted on more than one occasion during his many visits to Montevideo.


We had heard various impressions of Argentines v. Uruguayans, or of Buenos Aires v. Montevideo, and one of them was that everything is just more mellow in Uruguay. We definitely concur with this impression: everything and everyone in Uruguay is quieter, ‘mas tranquilo,’ than anything we encountered in BA. While nice to have a change of pace, it has definitely been an adjustment so far.

Next up: travel out to the coast (Punta del Este and La Barra) and my personal memoir “I got out of cooking Thanksgiving dinner and all I had to do was move to South America.”

Love to all,

Hasta Pronto



Buenos Aires!

We arrived in Buenos Aires on October 17, and it’s almost already time for us to leave! We’ve been busy having fun finding our favorite spots and learning to live in true porteno style. (A porteno is the name for someone from Buenos Aires, because the Rio de la Plata passes right along the northeastern border of the city and there is a major shipping port)[The “n” in Porteno is supposed to have a tilde over it, but I cannot figure out how to make that happen here…] What’s interesting is that even though Buenos Aires is on a major river and is a port city, in daily life here you hardly see the water, and there is very little reference (in menus, culture, life in general) to the fact that the city is right on the water.

We have been living for the past (almost) month in a neighborhood called Palermo, which is the largest neighborhood (or “barrio”) in the city. The neighborhood reminds us of a combination of the West Village and Upper West Side in NYC, but with a lot more graffiti and dog poop. Apparently, despite the rules to the contrary, Portenos are not disciplined when it comes to curbing their “mascotas” (pets). When it comes to fashion, on the other hand, they take it very seriously. This is a major shopping district with boutique after boutique as far as the eye can see.

Even though Buenos Aires is a huge (Pop.=3MM) cosmopolitan capital city, people here operate at a different (slower) pace than any American city we’ve been to. While it has been tough to get accustomed to, we’ve really come to appreciate how much Argentines like to sit, and talk, and just hang out, in cafes, parks, plazas, pretty much anywhere. It’s not uncommon to pass a group of friends at an outdoor cafe or plaza with more than one empty coffee cup in front of each of them, or passing the mate’ (a type of tea from yerba mate) between them. It’s good to know ahead of time that most requests will take up to 20 minutes if your fellow travelers go from ‘not hungry’ to ‘starving’ in 5 minutes or less (which at least 3 of ours do…not naming names 😉 ), but it’s been a great reminder (and maybe aspiration for the future) that there is (a lot) more to life than rushing around on a schedule.

Similar to many of the big cities we’ve lived in or near, Buenos Aires has a huge green space called “Bosques de Palermo” (Palermo Forest) in which many portenos (and tourists) find space to walk, run, ride bikes, picnic, and drink mate’ with friends. It’s home to a beautiful rose garden, duck pond with paddle boats, bike rentals, restaurants, and ice cream carts. We spent many hours in the park, riding bikes, playing soccer, and we even packed and enjoyed a traditional-ish picnic complete with bread, cheese, meat, fruit, croissants and the national beer, Quilmes.




One of Vaya Adventures’ great partner agencies Say Hueque is based here in Buenos Aires, and as a result, we’ve been introduced and treated to a number of wonderful experiences. Owned by Rafael Mayer, a great business partner and friend of Jim’s, we’ve been fortunate to attend a soccer game at the famous Bombonera stadium (home of Boca Juniors, team of Maradona, Gatti, and Tevez), enjoyed a true Argentine BBQ at Rafael’s home with his wife and two sons, attended a dinner event called The Argentine Experience, had an afternoon cafe tour of landmark-type cafes in the city, and were hosted at an Estancia called La Sofia that’s run by a retired professional polo player and his wife.

The Argentine Experience is ranked by the kids as being one of the best nights we’ve had on our trip. The night consisted of joining other travelers and tourists to prepare and eat traditional Argentine food.  We started with cocktails (and fresh raspberry/apple juice for the kids), made empanadas (and learned how the shape of an empanada corresponds to what filling is inside…we were wondering how they knew!), ate delicious steak (and learned how to order it how we like it), and made homemade alfajores (traditional dessert that consists of a cookie sandwich with dulce de leche filling, light dusting of coconut on outer edge, and the option to dip the entire thing in chocolate ganache). Each course was also accompanied by the appropriate Argentine wine…lots of delicious reds, and a bit of a hangover the next day as a result of some very generous pours.


This is Colin with his first homemade empanada. This most traditional shape (half-moon) with the pinched edge is for “carne” (meat) and in Argentina, carne ALWAYS means beef.



Cecelia’s fortune-cookie shaped empanada was a combination of tomatoes, cheese, and basil, called “caprese.” For this one, you follow similar steps for the carne version, only you do not pinch the edges and instead fold the outer points in toward each other to meet in the middle.



After we made the “regular” empanadas, there was also a ‘creative empanada contest.’ Cecelia made a butterfly that our whole table thought should win (Jim made a squid attacking a sperm whale and I made a jellyfish) but alas, a fellow traveler from Australia won with a rose he had made (the details were impressive!) and he rubbed it in by presenting his girlfriend with the cooked rose much to his table’s delight (lots of oohs and aahhs) and our table’s (joking) questioning of the impartiality of the judging.

You can see in the pictures above that we also have little pictures of cows (vacas) near our plates that were to indicate how we liked to have our steak cooked. We learned that to order meat in Argentina and to get what you’re looking for, you need to use these phrases:

  1. Rare: Jugoso
  2. Medium rare: a punto jugoso
  3. Medium: a punto
  4. Well done (but why?): bien cocido

What was interesting to note, however, is that we while left feeling well-equipped to order meat in a restaurant after The Argentine Experience, we quickly came to realize that there are so many different types and cuts of meat (a typical “parrilla” or “mixed grill” could consist of 10 different types of sausage and steak) that it was anyone’s guess what was going to show up next.


The above is a picture of the grill at Rafael’s house the night his family so graciously hosted us! All of these cuts and types of meats were grilled and served as some of the many courses of delicious food!

Thank goodness Jim, Colin, and Sean will try anything. I have made a habit of watching their reactions to make my own informed decisions about what to eat and have eaten quite well as a result. (Cecelia, ever the vegetarian, has eaten well on salad, bread, grilled vegetables, pizza, and vegetarian empanadas).

Even if you know what cut you’re ordering and you use these phrases, the meat can still come out very differently in different places. We haven’t eaten a ton of meat, but we have decided that the ‘right’ way for us to order is “a punto pero tambien jugoso” (“medium rare but also juicy”) One waiter wrote down A/P- which translated to “a punto menos.” It seemed to do the trick; the steak we enjoyed that night at La Carniceria (literal translation: the meatery) was perfectly cooked and delicious.



The second pic (above) is of Jim’s appetizer (yes, before the steak arrived!) Ironically, the meatery also served the best vegetables we’ve probably ever eaten (fire-grilled cabbage, broccoli, zuchinni, and greens with peas and yogurt sauce).

Attending a soccer game at La Bombonera was another great highlight for us in Buenos Aires. La Bombonera (literal translation: bonbon or chocolate box) is the home stadium for Boca Juniors, one of the two teams that all futbol fans from Buenos Aires root for (the other team is “River Plate” and the two are intense rivals). The stadium’s capacity is only 49,000 and it’s constructed with a flat stand on one side of the field and 3 steep “tiers” around the rest of the stadium (hence the name) which results in very impressive (i.e. loud) acoustics. To avoid conflicts, only home fans are allowed at games (for both Boca Juniors and River Plate games) and as a result, the entire stadium is filled with home team fans and they sing and cheer the ENTIRE (90+ minute) game. The fans’ support is so impressive that the fans are often referred to as the “12th man” (with a regulation soccer team consisting of 11 players) and we were fortunate to attend on a day when Boca Juniors handily dismissed of their opponent Temperley, 4-0.



Sean and Colin have joined up with a local soccer club founded by Claudio Marangoni, a retired professional soccer player who used to play for the Argentine national team, in addition to Boca Juniors and other Argentine and English soccer clubs. They’ve been playing soccer three times a week with boys their own ages, and we’ve been super impressed with the level of play. As the salesperson at the sporting goods store told us: in Argentina, the order of importance of sports goes like this: “1. futbol, 2. futbol, 3. futbol, 4. basketball, 5. tennis,” and the moves we’ve seen from some very young players supports this description. We have also been impressed to see both boys dive right in, despite not understanding  the majority of what their coaches or teammates are saying, and we’re happy to report that they have also represented well for Los Estados Unidos (the United States) (not to mention that they’re picking up key Spanish phrases out on the field). Each of them scored some great goals, made some friends, and Sean even brought home the coveted “copa” one practice which is awarded to one player each practice for exceptional effort and play.




One of the best parts of the soccer practices has been that the kids of all ages imitate their professional heroes down to the celebrations after each goal. In Colin’s age group, the entire team unites in a big hug, jumps up and down, and yells “golazo” just like the sportscasters on TV.


After our second week of practice, Claudio (with us pictured above) struck up a conversation with me while I was waiting to pick up the boys. After a sentence or two to find out who I was and where we were from, he said “Oh, Los Americanos” (Oh, the Americans). We supposed he had heard from his coaches that we were in town and playing, and he was extremely friendly and welcoming. Escuela Marangoni de futbol was easily the boys’ highlight of our time here in BA and Sean has already asked where we’re going to sign them up to play in Uruguay (our next stop).

Our cafe tour in Buenos Aires was also very popular with the kids. We got to spend a sunny afternoon visiting some legendary cafes on Avenida Corrientes with a wonderful guide from Say Hueque, Vanessa, who regularly works with Vaya Adventures’ clients when they’re in town. We ate a very small lunch in anticipation of the treats that awaited us when the tour was scheduled to start at 2PM on a recent afternoon. We started at Pizzeria Guerrin, founded in 1932, which is regarded as one of the best pizzerias in the city (a major accolade given how much pizza and Italian food you find here, with Argentina’s long history of Italian immigration and the major Italian population). Immediately following our family-style sharing of the house favorites, we crossed the street and walked less than half a block to see Los Immortales (we didn’t eat here, because there are only whole pizzas instead of pizza por porcion) (slices) and then we were on to “El Americano” where we did sample both the pizza and an empanada, since their empanadas are widely regarded as the best in the city. (Kind of a big deal when every corner restaurant and bakery serves empanadas by the dozen, and they’re considered the national specialty).



Above: standing room only in the front room of Guerrin; there were actually two large back rooms and a second level which were also in heavy use.

After two pizzerias, we were on to the best part of the tour: we got to try ‘churros y chocolate’ which are a very traditional treat of dulce de leche-filled churros dipped in hot chocolate (doesn’t sound terrible, right?) I am not sure if I wished we had tried this treat sooner, or if I am grateful we didn’t. We all loved this treat, but if we had enjoyed them regularly during our stay in BA, I am certain we would need to be rolled on to the boat and bus to get to our next stop when we leave later this week.






And that’s not all! Believe it or not, our tour was not yet complete because we hadn’t yet tried some of the city’s best ice cream at heladeria Cadore. After resting (and digesting) for a few minutes in one of the many librerias (bookstores) in this part of town, we made our way into the heladeria (ice cream store) and enjoyed the ‘gelato artigianale.’ In addition to six different types of dulce de leche flavors, they also had all of the classics, and we left happy and (very) full. Vanessa had her favorite, dulce de leche and lemon, and swears that its a combination that cannot be beaten.

This past weekend we were fortunate to spend a day and night at Estancia La Sofia, a ranch that is about 1 hour (60 miles) north of Buenos Aires. Near the town of San Antonio de Areco, La Sofia is a beautiful ranch run by a retired professional polo player Argentine Marcos Antin Guiraldes and his German wife Silke, both of whom are accomplished polo players. The Estancia hosts professional polo players, a polo school, and breeds polo horses, but it’s also just a beautiful place to relax in the expanse of the Argentine Pampas. We were treated to horseback-riding, delicious (and abundant) meals, and the peace and quiet of the countryside in a spectacular setting. After a month in BA, it was a welcome retreat, and we were so grateful for the opportunity to stay there. The Estancia has 6 rooms and so hosts small groups of guests with shared meals and experiences. We had the pleasure of sharing a few meals with an engaged couple and a single woman traveler all from the UK (in or near London), as well as a French national and his 10 year old daughter who split their time (along with his wife and other two daughters) between Antigua, Guatemala, and Greenville, South Carolina. Interesting people and stories to be told all around, and everyone getting to know our fellow travelers just added to our enjoyment.

Cecelia, Jim and I even got to try our hands at polo (if you can call it that based on our progress). Despite my illustrious field hockey career, I did not immediately succeed at making contact with my polo ‘taco’ (the name for the stick, or mallet). We had fun though, and had sore wrists and arms the next day to prove it. Horseback riding for the second time on this trip, Cecelia reminded us that she would like a pony when we return to Berkeley. She loves to ride, and she also got to help groom one of the horses, Pablo, which she loved.


Some of our expressions notwithstanding, this was the beautiful setting for a delicious lunch on the day we left La Sofia to return to Buenos Aires.


Colin almost looked like a jockey, with his proportions to the horse. He was a bit disappointed that he didn’t get to control the horse himself and try polo, but there’s always next time (when he’s at least double his current size so I don’t have to worry so much!)


We learned from Marcos that Argentine polo players are the best in the world (also very humble :)) and that at tournaments hosted outside of Argentina, teams are limited to two Argentine players per side to keep things ‘fair.’ The Argentine Open Polo Tournament just started here in Palermo a few days ago (and runs through mid-December, and is one of the oldest polo competitions in the world. It is regarded as the top competition because it allows more than two Argentines to play per side and so the level of play is the highest of any of the other major international competitions.

It’s been a fun and busy month in BA and despite what it seems (or what the pictures show) we’ve done a lot more than eat our way around town. We’ll be sad to say goodbye to our favorite local parks (almost all with carousels, or “calesitas”), beautiful Spring weather, devoted futbol fans, and super friendly and welcoming portenos.

Next up is Uruguay! Stay tuned for more adventures from the land of (more) futbol (starring Luis Suarez), (more) mate’ (more) beef and gauchos. After a few days in Montevideo, we’ll be in Punta del Este, a beach town on the southeastern peninsula of the country.

Chau for now.