Friends, you know what’s a good way to introduce yourself to Argentina’s wine country? Riding through the vineyards of Mendoza on horseback.
Yes, I couldn’t be more surprised myself, but that’s what happened. My horse, named Socket, for reasons I was unable to determine, was a teensy bit self-willed, but we got on tolerably well. I think my, “Whoa, boy, I’ve put you in ‘park'” proved efficacious, And I flatly deny that was me squawking, “Ooh, Mummy!” when we went up that tricky bit. As you can no doubt gather I’ve arrived in Mendoza, center of Argentina’s wine country. I haven’t seen a great deal of it so far, but what little I have seen has been very attractive. Lots of green parks and gracious buildings.
Not surprisingly since this is prime cattle country, the menu has been meat followed by meat with a side of meat, please see below.
Speaking of meaty issues, I have now eaten my first blood sausage. It was OK, but nothing to get excited about. Squeamish-wise, I think if you’ve eaten Spam you’ve pretty much plumbed the depths of alimentary adventure, but I doubt I’m going to be combing the Berkeley farmers’ market for this. Next up, tango lessons. It can’t be that hard, right?
Hasta la vista.
Don’t you have to prove you can down a full flank steak before they allow you into the country?
M-E-A-T!!!! Meat! Meat! MEAT!…meat…
Wow – Your food photos look exactly like the all-protein Dukan diet I am now suffering through. Another reason why Coco should have joined you on this voyage! Bueno!!Kind, if envious, regards,Coco