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Once I got the German boys to shut off their awful jazz and
rap music was able to sleep as well as the cheap saggy mattress allowed – the blackout
Didn’t have a great deal of success trying to see the Manzana,
the Jesuit complex, as the minimum was 2 people. Headed off to hunt down a book
exchange but no luck their either and was foiled by the art museum – gave up
and headed to the super to ...
... until I got better. On Saturday, after our last day of class, they invited us to lunch at their house. Isabel made to-die-for empanadas which she promises me the recipe for, then took us for a ride to a little country pueblo called Alta Gracia, where Che Guevera grew up. NOTE: Che was born in Rosaria, near Buenos Aires, but his family moved to the mountains for the better climate, as he had severe asthma off and on his whole life. More ...
... buildings.Despite the early morning hustle and bustle, it seems like most things close at 1pm on Saturday and don't open again until Monday. So not a very eventful weekend!
However we managed to eat our first real Argentinian steak (bife de chorizo) here at an unpretentious and locally loved restaurant La Parrillada Raul. The parrillada was around the corner from our ...
... month is sheep
So I had school and spanish classes(3days after school) and then decied yesterday to call my mum in NZ for her birthday as my phone time told me it was 7am so I thought oh yea ok, called turned out to be 6am,so we skyped later, as we hadnt skyped in a long time it was good, and she got a supprise phone call.
I then had spanish and then all I was thinking was yay it is the weekend, as today I went out for lunch and to the city and then back to my ...
... next activity was lassoing. It took place in an coral behind the house. In the centre was a tall post and munching away at a food trough were 4 calves. We sat on a wall in the shade of some trees while the gauchos demonstrated how it was done. We all took our turn, 3 at a time, first at lassoing the post, which only 2 of us managed. Then Mel, another guide and the gauchos drove the reluctant calves past a line of 3 of us whirling lassoes above our heads. We were ...