Photo 1: First meal in Argentina. This exemplifies a typical breakfast here- medialunas (sweet croissants) and coffee (tiny, powerful doses). Oh and I love this; they serve a little shot of carbonated water with coffee so you don't walk around with nasty coffee breath).
Photo 2: Me and my brilliant smile, my sister Amarilis, my host mother Viviana, my real mama, and my GQ daddy at dinner.How I managed to get my parents in Argentina is a mystery. However, my mom does see more similarities between her hometown in Thailand (Nakhon Panom) and Mendoza in comparison to the US and Argentina. This is a small city, quaint and pretty tranquil.
My host mom came with me to pick my parents up from the airport. When my parents arrived, my momS walked away together, carried in conversation...in their respective languages. I ran to catch up to them, thinking that I needed to translate but I quickly realized that they managed fine without me.
For lunch, we went out to taste grilled food here (parrilla) because if you're in Argentina, you have to eat cow here (which I've learned to eat and appreciate greatly). Or if not, you have to buy leather. Or drink wine (preferably Malbec). Or eat alfajores (chocolate sandwich goodness).
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