Buenos Bakeries
I normally found that bread in Buenos Aires was too dry and hard, but last trip my friend Amy suggested I try Salvaje Bakery. One reason to hang out in Palermo, though everyone seemed more hip than I.
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Jul
I normally found that bread in Buenos Aires was too dry and hard, but last trip my friend Amy suggested I try Salvaje Bakery. One reason to hang out in Palermo, though everyone seemed more hip than I.
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Jul
The first time I went to MACBA (El Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Buenos Aires) it was like … oh well, good for half an hour, glad I’m only staying round the corner. The second time, I got lost in spiders … enough to make me want to go a third time.
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Jul
The city of Bariloche is known for its skiing, lakes and chocolate, but it’s also the only place in the world I’ve seen grey ice cream. It may have been its very unattractive-ness that made it attractive. Would it taste better than it looked? I actually don’t remember.
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Jun
The Gran Meliá Iguazú – formerly the Sheraton – is in Argentina, but has views of Brazil and is down the road from Paraguay. Guests from who knows how many other countries come to see this: So it has power points for everyone. It may not seem like a big thing, but this is one…
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Jun
Most people go to Iguazu to see this … … and this … … but it’s only a few hours’ drive from the San Ignacio Miní mission ruins. I took a day tour there in 2005. They’ve built a town around them, including a Coke sign. The film The Mission, starring Robert De Niro and…
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Jun
The book’s title is a tad optimistic, but in 2003, this book taught me basic grammar and words before my first trip to Argentina. I’ve learned the language in many ways since, but I never actually finished the book. Today, I went back to the beginning and did the first two and a half chapters…
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Jun
When I went to Peru in 2007, I saw Machu Picchu at dawn, learned to play backgammon with an American lady from Aspen, and ate roast chicken and apple crumble at an unashamedly western restaurant called The Real McCoy. Unfortunately, I also had my camera nicked (hence the lack of photos to prove these things)…
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May
