Stuff unrelated to food, wine & spirits that I just feel like posting.
In a branch of El Club de la Milanesa… Waitress: Are you ready to order? Henry: Yes, I’ll have a … W: And what side dish? H: Mixed salad. W: And you sir? Me: I’ll have a … W: For your side dish? M: Mixed salad too. You could just put the two together in… Read More Conversations with Porteñas #3
“‘Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, To give sigh for sigh. I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep… Read More The Last Rosario of Summer
Just a couple of more posts as we wandered Rosario… this one our slow boat through the Delta back with Sebastián from the morning’s bike tour…. You may be wondering what this odd photo is. Note the strange white streamer – it’s a sticky filament, similar to spider webs, but it’s all over the delta,… Read More Lazy River
“Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race. – H. G. Wells After a good night’s sleep, we were up and out early in the morning to meet up with Sebastián Clerico, who offers a selection of Rosario and Delta tours on bike,… Read More Ring Around the Ros(ar)i(o)
“Along with Paraná, Rosario is one of the few Argentine cities that cannot point to a particular individual as its founder, nor a particular date that it was founded – it grew up gradually around a small chapel that was placed on the hillside for travelers to stop at. The city’s patron is the Virgin… Read More Unfounded City
Back in the saddle, or I suppose, on the hoof, again, picking up from where I left off in the heart of Barrio Flores at Plaza Pueyrredón… there’s actually light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak. Av. Rivadavia continues, within city limits anyway, only to the 11500 mark or so, and today’s… Read More Presidential Backbone – 7th Vertebra
“Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson Not everyone comes to Buenos Aires to sit in a cafe and watch the world go by, or to see the Casa Rosada, or to follow the Evita trail, or, amazingly, even… Read More Different Strokes for Different Folks
“Solutions will not be found while Indigenous people are treated as victims for whom someone else must find solutions.” – Malcolm Fraser, Australian politician I grew up in the ’60s, during the “civil rights era” – not that it didn’t exist prior nor after, but it has come to be known by that moniker. And… Read More The People