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		<title>By: SaltShaker &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Stir-Fry of Various and Sundry</title>
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		<description>[...] Buenos Aires - Whew! One last posting involving Uruguay for the moment, and then on to a couple of new Chinese restaurants, just for something different. The photo, by the way, was sent to me this morning by Ana Pizzorno, it&#8217;s me and Carlos Pizzorno tasting through their wines. I get asked regularly what going to Uruguay is like, are the people different, is the food different, etc. Oftentimes the person asking is a local here, who has just never been across the river. I find that fascinating in and of itself. Coming from a society that&#8217;s very mobile, where people are constantly visiting nearby towns, where if you&#8217;re near to a border, i.e., Canada or Mexico, crossing it is not something that requires much thought. But I have met folks here who&#8217;ve literally never left the city of Buenos Aires in their lives. (Though, I admit, when I went off to grad school in New York City, one of the women in my class, at age 30-something, had never left the island of Manhattan in her life, except once on a school trip as a child to visit the Botanical Garden, and once for her grad school admissions interview in Brooklyn. I remember being stunned by that. When her family vacationed as she was growing up, they did it by checking into a hotel in another neighborhood of Manhattan. Going to school in Brooklyn was exotic in her worldview.) [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Buenos Aires - Whew! One last posting involving Uruguay for the moment, and then on to a couple of new Chinese restaurants, just for something different. The photo, by the way, was sent to me this morning by Ana Pizzorno, it&#8217;s me and Carlos Pizzorno tasting through their wines. I get asked regularly what going to Uruguay is like, are the people different, is the food different, etc. Oftentimes the person asking is a local here, who has just never been across the river. I find that fascinating in and of itself. Coming from a society that&#8217;s very mobile, where people are constantly visiting nearby towns, where if you&#8217;re near to a border, i.e., Canada or Mexico, crossing it is not something that requires much thought. But I have met folks here who&#8217;ve literally never left the city of Buenos Aires in their lives. (Though, I admit, when I went off to grad school in New York City, one of the women in my class, at age 30-something, had never left the island of Manhattan in her life, except once on a school trip as a child to visit the Botanical Garden, and once for her grad school admissions interview in Brooklyn. I remember being stunned by that. When her family vacationed as she was growing up, they did it by checking into a hotel in another neighborhood of Manhattan. Going to school in Brooklyn was exotic in her worldview.) [...]</p>
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