<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:26:10.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma in Buenos Aires</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-8095579955538693407</id><published>2008-03-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:05.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning we went out for breakfast for the first time. We went to a pastry shop where you got to take a bowl and some tongs and pick out exactly what you wanted to eat off of the pastry wall. We enjoyed our coffee and dulce de leche filled creations, and then headed back to the apartment.  The ladies finished their packing and we reminisced about their amazing trip.  For lunch we sat at a lovely table outside and had a very traditional Argentine meal - pasta and beef with a red wine sauce.  After lunch Layla and Charlotte came over for some goodbye ice cream.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181491598326881586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hbJ-zx3TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WFSZzPaR2J8/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just before 5 the apartment owner came to check us out, and then Juan Domingo came to take us all to the airport.  I helped the ladies through check-in and with paying the airport exit tax, and then turned them over to the customs officials.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surely they were quickly seated in wheelchairs and attended all the way onto the plane.  Right now they are flying somewhere over South America, and will be back to you all first thing in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-8095579955538693407?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/8095579955538693407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=8095579955538693407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/8095579955538693407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/8095579955538693407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-despedida.html' title='La Despedida'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hbJ-zx3TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WFSZzPaR2J8/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-3482155981818483487</id><published>2008-03-24T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:06.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scots and the Italians</title><content type='html'>At 9:30am we were sitting in St. Andrews Presbyterian Church for Easter Sunday service.  (Miss Leonora was a little disapointed that they didn't have a sunrise service).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181485052796722386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hVM-zx3NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/levJrJlA90w/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All of the church decorations, stained glass windows, and even pews had been imported from Scotland. Even the minister was Scottish (or at least had a Scottish accent)! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181485538128026850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hVpOzx3OI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xyfjZmbVmDg/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We sang old favorites out of the hymnal like "Christ the Lord is Risen Today", recited the Lord's Prayer, and took a very nice communion - with port wine! After church (because Grandma had to use the bathroom), we got to see the rest of the church building. We got to see all kinds of artifacts straight from Scotland, and pictures of the church back when it was new.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181485993394560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hWDuzx3PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_JmhWCIINN8/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church, we went home and got changed, and then went out to lunch. While the best waiter ever was bringing us our every wish, my friend Tommy called because his grandparents were inviting us to have lunch with them at their homemade pasta shop. We had to decline lunch, but gladly accepted coffee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of Tommy and his coca cola collection:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181490451570613538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-haHOzx3SI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Cr13FA-G1x8/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy came and picked us up, and we drove all the way to the outskirts of the city. His grandmother is 82 years old and of direct Italian descent, and his grandfather is 86 and was born in Spain. They both still run a pasta factory and store, and Tommy goes and helps them out on Sundays. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181488385691344130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hYO-zx3QI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oVweSxyWDIw/s320/RI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had a lovely coffee and some pastries (including a special Easter cake) and Heather and Tommy translated as fast as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, the ladies did some more Christmas souvenier shopping (watch out girls!) Before finally arriving home, we got to visit the only pharmacy that was open on Easter Sunday. Unfortunately, they did not have any witch hazel for Heather's poor thumb that had gotten caught in the door of the taxi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181489510972775698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hZQezx3RI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Zw_S63XkVyk/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The ladies finished up their evening with some more packing while Heather iced her swelling thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-3482155981818483487?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/3482155981818483487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=3482155981818483487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/3482155981818483487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/3482155981818483487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/scots-and-italians.html' title='The Scots and the Italians'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hVM-zx3NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/levJrJlA90w/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-8530701859707733600</id><published>2008-03-24T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:08.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigre and Tigers</title><content type='html'>This morning we got up early and went to meet the tour bus at the fancy Hilton hotel downtown. The bus took us to the Coastal Train (Tren de la Costa), and we rode it to the town of San Isidro. The train drivers were on strike, so after waiting for it, we didn't have too much time to see San Isidro. We got back on the bus and rode through the very very rich part of San Isidro until we reached Tigre. Tigre is a city located on a river delta about 30 minutes north of Buenos Aires. The people that live on and around the delta have no cars or roads - only boats.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181479121446886514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hPzuzx3HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Oz-aYloGgcU/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181479516583877762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hQKuzx3II/AAAAAAAAAHU/YBQz6YTw_Xs/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a lovely tour of the delta while sipping on coffee, hot chocolates, and coke lights on a catamaran up the river. We saw people's homes, the "grocery store boat", and even a boat gas station.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181461138418818146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-g_c-zx3GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9uZL24dGC70/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a very nice lunch back in the city (ask grandma about all the pecans in her salad!), we took the 152 bus to the city zoo. After fighting our way through hundreds of families with small children, we paid our 8 pesos and entered.  Some animals are not in cages and run free around the zoo - like muscrats, and these weird dog/rabbit animals:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181480156534004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hQv-zx3JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/d86AumUSqkw/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The zoo lets you feed the animals, which, putting aside moral issues, is awesome because they all want to come right up to you.  You can almost pet the zebras and baboons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181481174441254050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hRrOzx3KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-PV0kHNXYkM/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181481625412820146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hSFezx3LI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Xxoz7ueR8vU/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181482132218961090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hSi-zx3MI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zicwBlNyrWY/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After the zoo it was, of course, ice cream time.  It was also a little bit of packing time!  The trip is almost over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-8530701859707733600?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/8530701859707733600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=8530701859707733600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/8530701859707733600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/8530701859707733600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/tigre-and-tigers.html' title='Tigre and Tigers'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-hPzuzx3HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Oz-aYloGgcU/s72-c/IMG_1261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-5051649722376061234</id><published>2008-03-21T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:10.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viernes Santo</title><content type='html'>Today was Good Friday, so the city was wonderfully deserted. First we took the subway all the way to the presidential palace. Instead of the White House, Argentina has the Pink House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180397171940383698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R3x-zx29I/AAAAAAAAAGA/b_bXL6YJhN8/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After walking around the Plaza de Mayo and learning about the Madres/Abuelas de la Plaza de Mayo, we went to see a few nearby churches. First was a Franciscan cathedral one block from the Pink House. Evita's funeral was held here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180397824775412706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R4X-zx2-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/CFbBcZjXf30/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Because it was Good Friday, the church was full of people silently praying. As we left, we encountered a processional of normal churchgoers (not a fancy parade like they have in Spain) all responsively praying and singing on their way into the church for mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180398314401684466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R40ezx2_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MfxqGcORNzE/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Two blocks away is a Jesuit church. This one is just as big, but not quite as well cared for. The best part was the street vendor outside selling caramelized almonds.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180398808322923522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R5ROzx3AI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6qZ4sXvxvQU/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just about 4 blocks to the north, along the May Avenue, is Buenos Aires' most classic and most famous cafe. Cafe Tortoni was the favorite spot for Borges, Carlos Gardel, and many other history-makers. Today it has tango and other shows, and serves great food and coffee for classy tourists like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180399306539129874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R5uOzx3BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eVPIIC0xaT4/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After lunch we hopped back on the subway, and headed to Paza Italia and the city Botanical Gardens. It had gotten pretty hot out, so we skipped the city zoo, and instead had a little siesta time. The best part of the gardens were the dozens and dozens of abandonded domestic cats that were lounging in every corner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180399899244616738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R6Quzx3CI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nFzA5gtYSZc/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180400281496706098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R6m-zx3DI/AAAAAAAAAGw/B1Ks_aXUUw0/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the early evening we walked to the mall (conveniently only 3 blocks away) and did a little souvenier shopping (watch out at Christmas ladies!!!) It started raining, so we had a simple dinner and called it an early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we are taking the scenic Coastal Train to the Tigre river delta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-5051649722376061234?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/5051649722376061234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=5051649722376061234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/5051649722376061234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/5051649722376061234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/viernes-santo.html' title='Viernes Santo'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R3x-zx29I/AAAAAAAAAGA/b_bXL6YJhN8/s72-c/IMG_1201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-1731527803001316441</id><published>2008-03-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:12.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estancia and Gauchos</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the farm! First we had to meet the tour bus at the Hotel Alvear. Hotel Alvear is one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. A simple room costs $400.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391919195380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-RzAOzx21I/AAAAAAAAAFA/dHvm_Vpfz44/s320/home.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an hour or so of driving through typical pampas countryside, we arrived at the Estancia Don Silvano. After our welcome empanadas and wine, we were able to enjoy the activities of the farm.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392765303937890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rzxezx22I/AAAAAAAAAFI/DGcns8sUU7M/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180393289289948018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R0P-zx23I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cwXDz4OVokc/s320/IMG_1144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At 1:00 they rang the dinner bell and we all piled into the dining room (equipped for easily 300 people). We were served botomless wine, beer, and softdrinks. Salads, bread, and then came the meat. Chorizo sausages, blood sausage, grilled chicken, and finally sirloins steaks on the grill. All the while we were being entertained by a music and dance show of typical dances and songs of each of the regions of Argentina.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180393744556481410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R0qezx24I/AAAAAAAAAFY/oIFQDBVXav8/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After lunch there was a demonstration of gaucho (cowboy) horseriding skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180394191233080210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R1Eezx25I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fUUMHZNDkyM/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, we had goodbye mate cocido and pastries.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180394599254973346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R1cOzx26I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bpNHGv1_5-A/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180395861975358402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R2luzx28I/AAAAAAAAAF4/B6OZCV3l3ZU/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180395166190656434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-R19Ozx27I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5LryEs10a7E/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-1731527803001316441?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/1731527803001316441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=1731527803001316441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/1731527803001316441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/1731527803001316441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/estancia-and-gauchos.html' title='Estancia and Gauchos'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-RzAOzx21I/AAAAAAAAAFA/dHvm_Vpfz44/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-7279952668244595156</id><published>2008-03-21T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:12.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evita Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wednesday we all slept in after our Uruguay excursion and got started a little late. First we visited the Spanish school where Heather works. Check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.iberospanish.com/"&gt;http://www.iberospanish.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Puerto Madero to have lunch with some friends. We ate sandwiches and salads with Mauro from Argentina, Layla from France/Morocco, and Bruno from Switzerland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390536215911234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rxvuzx20I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mCfkA4653vA/s320/fun+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards Juan Domingo our taxi driver took us to the Recoleta neighborhood. First we explored the Pilar Cathedral. The church dates back to at least the 1700s. We were also able to tour the museum of artifacts that is in the attached cloisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180388517581282050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rv6Ozx2wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jvaXBZJlqmQ/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Note the lady in the pink visor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180389140351539986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rweezx2xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WZ-kr04uoLo/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked through the next door Recoleta Cemetary. The cemetary is especially famous because it is where Evita Peron was buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180389715877157666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rw_-zx2yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8tZ-6oLFvHk/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After visiting her crypt, and of course getting our regular afternoon ice cream, we headed over to Palermo to tour the Evita Museum. We learned all about the short life of the most famous first lady of Argentina.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180389896265784114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-RxKezx2zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wEdtDeSZvwM/s320/Eva_Peron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-7279952668244595156?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/7279952668244595156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=7279952668244595156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/7279952668244595156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/7279952668244595156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/evita-day.html' title='Evita Day!'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rxvuzx20I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mCfkA4653vA/s72-c/fun+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-3595919654993840688</id><published>2008-03-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:14.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uruguay and Chivito</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday morning we took a taxi to the port, went through customs, and boarded the Colonia Express bound for Colonia, Uruguay. I think that we each got an entire new page full of passport stamps in just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180387345055210226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Ru1-zx2vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4pJoHGxCBdk/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180384166779411090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rr8-zx2pI/AAAAAAAAADg/6EAGLP7ghi8/s320/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boat trip was a little (well, a lot) rocky. I don't think I've ever seen so many airsick/boatsick bags get filled up in just 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arrival in Uruguay, we joined the English speaking group for a walking tour of the colonial town. Colonia was controlled alternately by the Portuguese and the Spanish back in colonial times, so it has architectural characteristcs of both imperial countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180384647815748258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-RsY-zx2qI/AAAAAAAAADo/VM5lK5y-Cbk/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch we had chivito sandwiches. Chivito is a typical food of Uruguay. It is an open faced sandwich with a thinly cut sirloin, a slice of bacon, ham, a fried egg, and mayonnaise. Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we took our time exploring the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180385670017964738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-RtUezx2sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/560aqDKvZBs/s320/IMG_1067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180385184686660274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rs4Ozx2rI/AAAAAAAAADw/QWOiGmBN2Og/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is a picture of the car that Grandma's father tried to teach her to drive on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180386340032862930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rt7ezx2tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/38kUK-J6D0c/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At around sunset we headed back to the port to board the boat again. We didn't get back to our apartment until almost midnight. Thanks to the pizza place two blocks away, we were able to fall into bed content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180386889788676834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Rubezx2uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BvKNvn-SmsM/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-3595919654993840688?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/3595919654993840688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=3595919654993840688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/3595919654993840688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/3595919654993840688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/uruguay-and-chivito.html' title='Uruguay and Chivito'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-Ru1-zx2vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4pJoHGxCBdk/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-7717159813838996002</id><published>2008-03-17T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:16.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkways and Subways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning the ladies got to sleep in after their&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178891240355908450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98eJOfLy2I/AAAAAAAAACg/ng1yp6m2uvA/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; long tango night last night. At about 10am we boarded the number 152 bus headed for La Boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Boca (the mouth) is a port town and one of Buenos Aires' oldest neighborhoods. Back when it was founded its residents were too poor to even paint their homes. They begged incoming ships for extra paint, and to this day the town is a collection of rainbow colored homes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98eyOfLy3I/AAAAAAAAACo/Q5D7pgsv5HM/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178891944730545010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98eyOfLy3I/AAAAAAAAACo/Q5D7pgsv5HM/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying the colorful neighborhood and lunch with a live tango performance, we started walking home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98fRefLy4I/AAAAAAAAACw/Gfa4jNSzZy8/s1600-h/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178892481601457026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98fRefLy4I/AAAAAAAAACw/Gfa4jNSzZy8/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we kept walking. Through the business and financial district of the city...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98f2ufLy5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HLjYTEybiiA/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178893121551584146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98f2ufLy5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HLjYTEybiiA/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the "obelisk" - the focal point of the city - located in the center of the widest street in the world - 14 lanes across!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178893941890337698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98gmefLy6I/AAAAAAAAADA/ij_yMTTgIeY/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally we returned home on the subway ("subte"). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178895883215555506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98iXefLy7I/AAAAAAAAADI/0mur1HePPME/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98jo-fLy8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/F8jx925Z5B4/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178897283374894018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98jo-fLy8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/F8jx925Z5B4/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The green line took us from the Obelisk at July 9 Avenue to our home on Guemes Street. Of course before actually finishing off the day, we had to try out the downstairs ice cream parlor. Grandma got Lemon Mousse, Almond Chocolate, and Coffee. Miss Leonora Vanilla and Chocolate (boring!). Heather Mint Chocolate Chip and Vanilla Chocolate Chip. Layla Coffee and Swiss Chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was chicken empanadas of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow the ladies are leaving Argentina....we are headed to Uruguay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-7717159813838996002?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/7717159813838996002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=7717159813838996002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/7717159813838996002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/7717159813838996002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/walkways-and-subways.html' title='Walkways and Subways'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R98eJOfLy2I/AAAAAAAAACg/ng1yp6m2uvA/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-2081548431793116328</id><published>2008-03-16T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:17.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polo and Palms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night Argentina changed the clocks (again!) for daylight savings time. Conveniently Heather directed the jet-lagged ladies to set their clocks ahead one hour instead of behind one hour. With the extra 2 hours added to our day, we were able to pack in plenty of activities.&lt;br /&gt;8 peso tickets in hand, we boarded the #57 bus bound for Lujan - home of the basilica to the Virgen de Lujan, the patron saint of Argentina. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93u7OfLyxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VclRsGdh7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178557847814523666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93u7OfLyxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VclRsGdh7Y/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R92feefLynI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HgnXuP-zcJA/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With masses being held every hour on the hour, Palm Sunday celebrants were everywhere, and little children were making money selling "olive branches". &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93vhufLyyI/AAAAAAAAACA/usXi3vHRe9E/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178558509239487266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93vhufLyyI/AAAAAAAAACA/usXi3vHRe9E/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a taxi took us out to the countryside to a town called Open Door. Open Door is locally known as the Argentine capitol of polo. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R92gxefLypI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YvIUP3qC0ig/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178559913693793074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93wzefLyzI/AAAAAAAAACI/kSheoJ_6a5Q/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood polo players organized a scrimmage just for us, and the ladies enjoyed some snacks and conversation in the shade on a perfect 80 degree cloudless day.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93xu-fLy0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RLdCzx7M-TM/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178560935896009538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93xu-fLy0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RLdCzx7M-TM/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at a Tango Dinner Show called Senor Tango. The dancers danced plenty of tango, as well as other traditional Argentinian dances. The red wine and perfectly cooked steak was delicious.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93zuOfLy1I/AAAAAAAAACY/dR10p6IUw_E/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178563122034363218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93zuOfLy1I/AAAAAAAAACY/dR10p6IUw_E/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-2081548431793116328?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/2081548431793116328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=2081548431793116328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/2081548431793116328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/2081548431793116328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/polo-and-palms.html' title='Polo and Palms'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93u7OfLyxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VclRsGdh7Y/s72-c/IMG_0962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287275421755652891.post-886433184079469076</id><published>2008-03-16T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:18.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza and Parilla</title><content type='html'>Grandma and Miss Leonora Rose arrived here in Argentina on Saturday morning. Selman Wright had advised them to ask for wheelchairs, so they were attended by an entourage for their entire journey. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93rWufLytI/AAAAAAAAABY/xUU0373emT8/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178553922214415058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93rWufLytI/AAAAAAAAABY/xUU0373emT8/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R92cxefLyjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3Q4X42SqYQU/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We checked them into their own private apartment(conveniently located just above an ice cream parlor, and 1/2 block from my apartment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93sRufLyuI/AAAAAAAAABg/g4TXBvLtxwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178554935826696930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93sRufLyuI/AAAAAAAAABg/g4TXBvLtxwQ/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out for lunch at a streetside cafe pizza place, and afterwards took a walk around the neighborhood, exploring cultural differences...and varieties of dog food in the grocery store!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R92eRufLymI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_Cl4ZEUYwOE/s1600-h/P1050559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93tNOfLyvI/AAAAAAAAABo/U4A4zCd55cM/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178555958028913394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93tNOfLyvI/AAAAAAAAABo/U4A4zCd55cM/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went to a local parilla (grille) and tried some world famous Argentine beef. We saved the world famous wine tasting for another day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93tsefLywI/AAAAAAAAABw/EsUOr8E92S0/s1600-h/P1050559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178556494899825410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93tsefLywI/AAAAAAAAABw/EsUOr8E92S0/s320/P1050559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287275421755652891-886433184079469076?l=grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/feeds/886433184079469076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8287275421755652891&amp;postID=886433184079469076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/886433184079469076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287275421755652891/posts/default/886433184079469076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmainbuenosaires.blogspot.com/2008/03/pizza-and-parilla.html' title='Pizza and Parilla'/><author><name>Grandma Sunglasses!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622147725087610191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R-cNvOzx3FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m1u4PmXSLPY/S220/IMG_1079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLO4m5bOslQ/R93rWufLytI/AAAAAAAAABY/xUU0373emT8/s72-c/IMG_0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
