Day trip to Colonia, Uruguay. It was probably the cutest colonial town I’ve been in (and there have been very, very many). Interesting history—it was a point of contention between the Portuguese and Spanish for many years and switched ownership between them seven times before Uruguay gained independence. So there’s a lot of weird mixed architecture. Like a house made of stones with a tiled roof (Portuguese) attached to a brightly painted plaster-walled house with a flat roof (Spanish).
I rented a bike and tooled around for most of the day wishing I had a moto license so I could tool around without sweating like a beast.
Also, blood sausages, where have you been all my life? That shit was heavenly. It was like a cross between cake and pate, if it were stuffed into an intestine.
NOM
I spent a llllllotta time in Buenos Aires eating very big steaks, drinking endless bottles of wine, and cowing down on my daily helado (ice cream). I also discovered my camera has a specific setting for food, so yeah. Get ready for some food porn.
What else did I do in Argentina? A tango show, some art museums, a private dinner at a chef’s house, (did I mention the food?), hikes around Puerto Madero, a visit to Recoleta Cemetary, a day trip to Uruguay, a week of Spanish classes, tons of Bikram yoga, a weekend in Mendoza where I biked around wine country and rappelled down some desert mountains and yes, ate more steak, almost finished For Whom the Bell Freaking Tolls, and some shopping which has brought my bag to its fattest yet at 17 kilos.
I also learned a series of wonderfully foul obscenities in Spanish.
