Sunday market in San Telmo. That's in Buenos Aires. In the southern hemisphere, a fictitious opposite land where toilets flush the other direction and cats chase dogs.
Heh heh, let me distract you while I rummage around in your purse and take your passport. Because it IS South America.
"Think these will fit?"
Buenos Aires is like Europe, only with less jet lag.
La Brigada, where we went for our first night's dinner to start our two-week binge on red wine and grass-fed beef.
People we hired to go out to restaurants and impersonate us because we were too busy gorging ourselves on wine and beef.
A small sip.
What's known in Argentina as a light meal.
Ok, so it's not all beef.
Trapiche -- "wine that tastes just as mediocre in South America as it does in North America"
An empty glass and a full smile.
"Do you taste the essence of blackberries and leather and chocolate because I'm telling you that you're supposed to be tasting it?"
Did it ever occur to anyone that a vineyard is just a fancy farm? Moo.
Nothing like wine tasting at 10am.
At Mendel winery. It's pretty easy to find their stuff in the US.
At Achaval Ferrer winery in Mendoza.
The others at the wine tasting dumped theirs after one little sip. I did not.
Ruca Malen winery
Best meal of the trip -- lunch at Ruca Malen winery.
At Caelum winery, a family business. The son gave us a private tour and tasting.
He shows us the cork they get from somewhere in Chile.
Dinner at Anna's Bistro in Mendoza.
Anna's Bistro in Mendoza.
In El Calafate, the southernmost place on our trip. 10pm and still enough light to read, or play gin rummy.
Perito Moreno glacier, in a national park near the southern tip of South America.
The glacier, with people shown for scale. That'll be us in the upcoming pics.
Another glacier shot.
A chunk of ice the size of a house calves off into the lake. Crack like thunder...
... and a deep rumble as it crashes into the lake.
This is the staging area where you step off the ground and onto the glacier.
Fortunately they fastened the crampons onto our shoes for us.
Crampons, which are quite heavy, maybe 4 lb per shoe.
Julie models the crampons. Coming to a runway near you.
The consistency of the glacier -- like crushed ice on an ice rink.
A nice surprise at the end of our glacier trek. Scotch on glacier ice!
Famous Grouse, the breakfast of champions.