Today is a random post about Argentina. Enjoy!
An asado is a huge barbecue. And boy do they love their barbecues. They look for any excuse to gather together and eat meat. They raved and raved about how good it would be so we were all excited. I am pretty picky about my meat but was willing to give it a try.
Along with the beef we regularly eat, they also include the innards consisting of spleen, intestines and blood sausage. What is blood sausage you ask? The cow's blood and spices poured into a casing and left to coagulate. Mmmmm.
I made myself try one thing. The spleen. And it was nasty. The end.
Regular sausage and blood sausage. It looks harmless enough but I wasn't about to try it.
Here are some pictures we took in the square. It was a beautiful day!
This is Martin(marteeeeen). He was fabulous! So full of life and personality. And he can do a spot on impression of just about anyone he meets. It's so awesome to watch. He needed a new Bible so we all pitched in and bought him one before we left.
He is doing an impression of Lauren here. "And, like, I don't know, like, which shoes to buy."
Breakfast. These little babies were our morning meal everyday we were here. And let me make clear that the yellow stuff is not lemon, nosireee, it is creamy custard and oh so good. Bye bye diet, hello pastries!
The girls and I went for coffee one night and on the way home decided to try a couple pictures in the park. At night. By ourselves. Jumping pictures no less.
These were our sleeping quarters. Close sleeping quarters. Ten air mattresses crammed into this tiny room. There were also four or five more on the other side of the wall. We were sardined like I've never been sardined before.
Next to Melissa's bed was the door. If I had a dollar for every time she was hit in the butt with that thing. The door was thin, metal and stuck at the top so every time it was opened it made a super loud noise which was really great at night when we had our potty parade. One of us would get up to go to the bathroom and within five minutes we had all been up to go. Laurel, Skye, Melissa and me. Not necessarily in that order.
One of our coffee/smoothie runs.
Handsome Rob. Name that movie.
One last group photo the night before we left.
It seems every foreign country has a sign they like to do in pictures. This is Argentina's.
One more picture of the cute Martin.