Even halfway across the world, at the very end of the world, in fact, I had managed to stay glued to my screen. We were taking a break from wandering in the near deserted town, from the cruise ships that brought us to islands to … Continue readingMissing out
Fashionable looking Porteños trot past us, managing the ineffable act of being brisk and laidback at the same time. This is Buenos Aires, where even if you’re in a hurry, you’re never in that much of a hurry that you couldn’t stop by a coffee … Continue readingDrinking coffee like a Porteño
The caps of snow, the crowns of ice, they look like the folds of noren curtains to me. The harsh cobalt mountains like a deep blue sea. Everything is inverted, a memory of other memories. We are flying over the Southern Patagonian Ice Field. We … Continue readingClouds
I flip the red bookmark from between the pages of my journal. Time to write. I am not at my desk at home. I am not facing the balcony, the large palm fronds shuddering in the garden below. I have not brewed a pot of … Continue readingEnough
Sometimes I would get my name written on the saucer that comes with my cup of coffee. Usually a black marker pen. The delight comes from admiring the handwriting, as diverse as the baristas that make the coffee and the cafés we find ourselves in. … Continue readingMy name on a saucer
Eating meat seems to be ingrained in Argentinian culture, part of their national identity. And there’s no better way to savour the best of what the land have to offer than grilling the best cuts of beef and lamb, the way the gauchos – the … Continue readingThe passion of Parrilla Peña