A Few Argentinean Specialties

Sebastian picked Katie and me up today in the General Rodriguez square. It is Sunday, a light work day in the community, so it’s a reasonable day to escape our normal duties.

Time froze as we sped down the highway, windows down, cool air blowing my hair across my shaded eyes. My outstretched arm glowed from the sunlight (I’m pale again…lost all my hard earned Ohio tan), and sliced through the air at 110 km/hr. Three youths, tasting the sweetness of freedom on an open road.

Sebastian played traditional Argentinean folk music, a perfect backdrop to our culturally exploratory afternoon. We visited the Lujan (spelling?) Basillical, a beautiful Catholic church over run by tourists and infested with vendors. Then after a short stroll over the river Sebastian treated Katie and me to a traditional Sunday meal, a large platter of sizzling beef and cow inards, fried steak and salad. They aren’t the healthiest eaters I’ve ever met. Katie, who eats vegetarian as much as possible looked like someone had asked her to lick the bathroom floor. The sausage grizzle, popped when Sebastian sliced it into three chunks. It’s really stuffed with a pish-posh of cow parts and blood. Can I have seconds?? I regret to confess that I liked many of the other parts including brain and liver. Katie was a champ and sampled each item in turn – after all when you are in Argentina, a country that eats more meat than any other, it’s difficult for even the strongest vegetarian to pass up a good blood-stuffed intestine.