It’s the morning after our tango class and show at Tango Porteño in Buenos Aires. Gia dubs Alan and I Mr. and Ms. Tango, sharing how well we danced together with Luis, who is at our hotel to escort us to the airport for our return trip to the U.S. … Continue reading
When we land in Mendoza all memory of flash flooding and a leaky hotel is erased instantly with one glance at the Andes Mountain range. The mystical mountains greet us outside the Mendoza airport and seem to carry a quiet and calming presence. It’s like we are getting a fresh … Continue reading
Actually, funny probably isn’t the right word, freak might be better. Our trip was rudely interrupted the other night by a freak flash flood that created a fast-moving surge of water down the street in front of our hotel, just as we were planning to leave for a tango lesson … Continue reading
Our guide Luis warned us about Cerillo on the way to Estancia Santa Susana, a farm with Argentinian cowboys called gauchos just outside Buenos Aires. He said Cerillo was a naughty gaucho who loves kissing girls. We weren’t paying much attention and I wasn’t even thinking about this warning when … Continue reading
Our hotel, Dazzler Tower Recoleta in Buenos Aires, is a block away from a cemetery. Not just any cemetery. It’s the cemetery where Eva Duarte de Peron, aka Evita “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” Peron, rests in peace. Well, she probably isn’t resting in peace because there are streams of … Continue reading
