Wednesday, October 3, 2012

EZE to MIA


Of all my worldly adventures, this trip consists of the most densely packed three weeks of traveling.  I commence with a complete 9 hour mid day flight in the coveted middle seat. Next to the bathroom, in front of the screaming, seat kicking three year old who ranked only second to worst behind her mother, who was clearly oblivious that her repeated scolding (easily mistaken for begging) was completely ineffective. The only thing worse than an annoying toddler is the obnoxious parent who doesn’t understand their culpability in the creation of unruly monsters. I have patience for kids, not for adults. Thanks to TAM however, who happens to be one of my new favorite airlines, I watched about 6 films, ate a sufficient gluten free meal, and was even given cappuccino flavored candies. A nice little touch for the sweet-toothed coffee fiend I’ve become.

So with zero sleep, off a three hour rest the night before, I arrived in MIA ready for the expected culture shock that accompanies every return trip to the states. Amanda and Clyde found me at the airport and took me back to his family’s house where I was warmly received by his lovely mother and grandmother with a brief visit from his brother, sister in law, and their beautifully chunky baby girl Eloise. I couldn’t have received a better welcome and was even comfortable enough to fashion my new lilac bridesmaid gown for the entire bunch. Thank god Amanda has good taste and I’ve yet again dodged every girl’s fear of being put in a hideous dress.

After a night of seriously heavy sleeping, rain showers inaugurated my duties as active bridesmaid. Unable to attend any of the previous events and planning, I’d promised Amanda my life for three weeks prior to the big day to help her sort out any of the last minute responsibilities. But truth be told, I’d be anyone’s gopher in exchange for a week long trip to Haiti, a few days in California and some errands in Miami.  I’m not sure I’ve even been much of a help to Amanda, but I know I’m having a blast!
Port-au-Prince coast line:
A  little preview of the many Haiti shots to come


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Just Call Us Tourists



The tiny town of Tupungato laden with
vineyards and picturesque countryside. 

Tupungato and The Alta Montaña Route

Though unable to capture the truly natural beauty, photos from the second half of our Mendoza trip pretty much speak for themselves. Fernanda and I found ourselves in Tupungato wandering the country roads while Maria visited the National University of Cuyo. It was a completely sunny, calm, and relaxing afternoon followed by a full day spent on a tour bus traversing the remote and scenic routes of the Andes Mountains.



I couldn't have asked for better travel companions!  
A map of the historic route taken by San Martin
and his men with the bridge they built
(on left) to assist the over 5,000 soldiers.











A little shut eye at Puente del Inca







Puente del Inca is a naturally formed bridge that
led to a hotel used by train traveling tourists.
 The lime rich thermal baths are now closed to visitors








As close as we could get to Aconcagua without
having to pay the $3000 USD park entrance fee.
Alpinists are given a 20 day pass to summit and
are kept on a very strict and expensive itinerary. 


Sunday, September 16, 2012

Day Two: Maipú


Officially working on a Masters of Development and Procrastination Management, I've decided to diligently continue my studies this evening. A quick post about our afternoon spent wine tasting should do the trick. 

After sleeping in too late, a quick breakfast of stale croissants, rice cakes with funky strawberry jelly, and instant coffee we ventured out. Making a few stops for maps, bus cards, and vague directions we finally stumbled across the 10 bus and were en route to the countryside. Getting off the bus about 30 mins too early in the center of Maipú (not where the vineyards are) we hopped another bus full of giggling teenagers on their way to school and got off at the first bike rental place we saw. 

Our nice guide describing the
original process of stomping
grapes inside this leather tub.  
Mr. Hugo's had decent Tripadvisor reviews and since we felt fairly confident that my guiding abilities could be used in a foreign land, we opted out of hiring a guide and simply took the bikes -with helmets of course. A twenty kilometer round trip circuit with more than ten stop offs at wineries, olive oil and chocolate factories would keep us busy for an entire day. But since we arrived around 2pm, knowing that most places closed at 5, we narrowed our options to the olive/chocolate factory (my top pick), the next door wine museum and large bodega La Rural (Maria's choice), and the boutique winery Carinae  (Fernanda's election). We chose well. 

At the Museum
The first was a quick explanation of the olive oil making process followed by a tasty assortment of oils, olives, chutneys, marmalades, dulce de leche, chocolates and liquors. We decided to collectively purchase a jar of cabernet sauvignon syrup with hopes of creating an amazing dish with almonds, brie, and fruit to accompany our bottle of wine that we purchased at the next stop. 

This is an example of the
traditional way to grow
vines. Now they are more
commonly shorter which
makes for easier picking. 
An extensive tour of Bodega La Rural and the largest wine museum in Latin America -with over 5,000 artifacts of incredible quality- culminated with a wine tasting that was not very impressive. They obviously make their house wine crappy so that you feel you need to buy a bottle of higher caliber just to make sure that they know how to make a decent product. Fortunately, your entrance fee to the museum is deducted from any purchase, so we combined out discounts and bought the most expensive bottle possible. I'll let you know how it is once we try it with our wine syrup. Overall, it was really interesting to learn about the vine growing process, fermentation, the barrels, wine varieties and the history of the region. 

Enjoying our wine and cheese
After rushing out the door, we were left with about an hour to ride the 10 kilometers on half country road half bike trails to get to Carinae, a much smaller and younger operation owned by a French couple. Being my first shot at wine tours, I was satisfied to see the larger scale production compared to a much smaller bodega. The difference is rather astonishing but the latter is definitely more charming; romantic if you will. The owner's love for astronomy is reflected in the name (a constellation that sits directly over the winery during the time of the harvest) and each line is similarly named after constellations. We chose a larger tasting this time around. Exhausted and famished after rushing to make it before closing time, we tried over 5 different wines with a plate of fresh goat cheese and house made salami. It's totally true, they serve more than a taste! We finished up rather quickly however when our guide informed us that he was late to pick up his daughter. The sun was on it's decent anyway and frequent reminders from Mama Maria that we didn't want to ride back in the dark kept us moving along. The twilight hues offered the perfect lighting for a few tipsy photo breaks, but we made it back before sunset.

If you look closely enough,
you'll see our police
escort on the right side just over
Fer's shoulder. I was trying
to snap an inconspicuous shot.
Think he noticed?
The locals however, definitely weren't going to leave it to us to make it home safely. I'd heard tales of official police escorts but was surprised when an officer on a dirt bike pulled up next to Fernanda in the back and started up a conversation. Going at the pace of our pedaling, he patiently rode with us all the way back while radioing to dispatch to call Mr. Hugo and let him know that his bikes were safe and sound. I can only imagine the sloppy scenes they've had to deal with after someone partakes in the ten-stop tour. Good thing we woke up late. Surely we'd have failed the straight line test for the ride back after a full day of tastings. Bikes returned, a bowlful of cheetos later and a sleepy bus ride in the dark, we were at the Hotel snuggled into bed resting for the next day's activity. 

A few quick interesting facts: Many farmers cover their crop with a netting to protect the delicate grapes from hail storms which are known to ruin an entire year's worth of work. The Medocino government often prevents hail from dropping over the region by sending charges into storm clouds inciting the premature hail storms before they are over the bodegas. La Rural also has rose plants in rows on the ends of rows of vines. No, it's not to make the atmosphere more romantic. It's an early warning system for pests and crop killing diseases. Roses are very susceptible to the same ailments as grapevines and will show symptoms before the vines, giving farmers the chance to react according. 



Saturday, September 15, 2012

Buses a Bodegas

Tensions are rising in Buenos Aires due to recent government policy adjustments and it seems as though we picked the perfect week to flee from the highly politicized capital and catch some fresh air in the lovely town of Mendoza. (This link by the way takes you to the Ministry of Tourism. Trust me ladies, stop by on your way through town. Mendoza really knows what it has to offer and they are in no shortage of Mendocinos to point you in the right direction.) Known for its sprawling wineries overlooked by one of the most spectacular mountain ranges in the world, this place is enough to make you forget that Argentina is going through some serious internal battles. So as thousands of Porteños marched on Plaza de Mayo last Thursday night we watched calmly from our hotel room, sipping a bottle of lovely Malbec, and thanking the lord that I had moved a week early. (My previous home was just a few blocks from Congress. I don't anticipate any serious decrease in political charge, meaning more and more traffic-stopping protests, drum beating, flier throwing and the loud cannon-like firework explosions typical of all marches.)

The shard proof window shade
Our trip didn't however start off so smoothly. Fernanda, Maria and I caught a bus from the Retiro Terminal on Saturday evening and settled in for our 14 hour ride. A nice gentlemen across the alley nonchalantly asked us to pull our window covers closed explaining that kids often throw rocks in the area of Luján. What?... We were skeptical. Porteños  know everything and are always sure to tell you what they think, give advice, and insist on the following of their instructions so we guessed, just another paranoid porteño, make him happy, close the shades. Two hours later: BAAM! Two windows, directly across from our seats, shattered everywhere! He was completely serious. We were utterly shocked. A short drive to the next terminal followed by a two hour wait (at least we had a movie) for the replacement bus and we were back on the road. Rocks and windows being our only hiccup, we arrived safely and well rested the next morning ready to take on the wine country.

Pancho the Hotel Zamora pup
Our romantic first dinner
with the lovely red wine
at Ocho Cepas. 
Day one was very calm. We met up with the family of Maria's friend and shared an awesome Peruvian lunch: Ceviche, calamari, beans, rice, and most importantly REAL hot sauce. We wandered the city center, visited Parque San Martin which is absolutely beautiful and began to enjoy the much slower pace of life. Learning that siestas, which don't exist in BA are alive and well in the rest of the country. Dinner was at an amazing restaurant half a block from the hotel where we enjoyed our favorite wine of the trip (an AltaVista Malbec) and I had my best meal: a mixed greens salad with trout and almonds. And since about 85% of happiness on my vacations are dependent upon the food I eat, expect to hear about a lot more meals in the next couple posts.

Who doesn't LOVE mini ice creams???
Which reminds me! I almost forgot to share that we found the most amazing ice cream shop, Bianco & Nero of which I'm convinced also has a locale in BsAs. Don't worry, I WILL find it! We were of course undecidedly gawking at each flavor when they offered us tastes of almost every one, some served in miniature elf sized cones, making the experience even that much 'cuter'. Cubana was a favorite: creamy mandarin flavored ice cream with dark chocolate chunks and candied orange zest. I was also a big fan of the mascarpone with forest fruits, but saved that for round two. And Maria, being from Costa Rica, was pleasantly surprised by the decent cup of coffee they serve which I promise, is hard to come by in Argentina.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Feliz Año!!!


My first toast to Argentina
Happy One Year Anniversary Argentina!

Hard to believe, yes, but I've been here for an entire year and am still completely in love with my life in Buenos Aires. As a quick review, I went back to some of my original posts and noticed a common theme: Discovery. My first few Argentine months were packed with "The Kristin and Brett Explorer Collection" including gardens, parks, museums, clubs, restaurants, public transportation and much, much more. I'm pleased to announce that the exploration has not stopped!

Our day two bike tour 
One of my most recent achievements (that those of you familiar with BA transit will appreciate) I've finally begun to use a Sube card! Thanks to Maria and her extra card, I am now skipping those annoying subte boletería lines and whizzing past the bus drivers with a quick swipe of my magnetic strip. Though my bicycle is my closest companion, with the recent spurts of rain, I feel like the new addition to my wallet's credit card slots is the perfect way to seal the one year deal.

The Sube card has been very useful while learning bus routes to and from my new casa. After exhausting just about every inch of my original neighborhood, Monserrat, I've discovered my new home. Completely on the opposite side of the city, I've moved to a more 'happening' area. I am farther from school (one of grandma's biggest concerns) but since we only have class a couple times a week, I'm sure this wont create a problem and I'm even closer to work. One of the biggest pluses of my move though: I get to discover an entirely new area of the city. It's like I've moved to BsAs all over again!

My first San Telmo St. Market
As much as I'd love to spend the first weekend in my new apartment, which I might as well add has a balcony, parilla, and pool - Huge score! - I've planned to venture across the country one more time to Mendoza. Only a 14.5 hour bus ride away and Maria and I will be enjoying fancy Argentine wines in at the base of the Andes Mountain Range. With some day trips to the peaks and of course some white water rafting (weather permitting. It's still winter here remember) in one week's time I intend to be a wine expert, or at least know the difference between a wine tasting in which you drink too much and one in which you play it right actually making it to lunch at the end! I can't imagine a better way to spend my anniversary.



Friday, August 31, 2012

Gotta Love Nature

The Thays Home
This morning I arose ready to conquer my very first tour scheduled to be conducted in Spanish. I can't lie, I was a bit nervous, but confident enough to be excited. I rode up to Plaza Italia, I set up the bikes in the Botanical Gardens and as I chatted with the security guard, Guillermo, (a good conversation in castellano to prepare me for the afternoon) I began to suspect that something wasn't right. 11:10, no guests. 11:15, still no sign. 11:30, ok, that's a no show. Such a bummer, but it happens from time to time. Instead of being disappointed all day I took advantage of the incredibly summery weather we are experiencing and took a stroll through the Botanical Gardens Carlos Thays.

Thays was a French architect hired by the city of Buenos Aires in 1889 to help design the public parks and green spaces. He created the Botanical Gardens in 1898 and lived with his family in the house located at the center. He is responsible for making BA the attractive and green city it is today. Thanks to this fine naturist, every Sunday I'm in a beautiful setting, preparing bikes for our graffiti tour, but have never once spent a decent amount of time exploring the park. The security guards are always telling me I should check it out. I've briskly walked past or through on several occasions and once stopped in to take some photos with Kristin, but something was still missing. Today was the day!

My favorite statue
IV tiempo de la VI sinfonía de Beethoven
Impressive to say the least. The memory of Grandma and I enjoying the botanical gardens in Madrid was my first thought. I'll have to review my pictures but it seems that BA beats Madrid in the garden aspect. The sculptures are beautiful. I especially enjoyed those named for Beethoven's symphonies. The temperature could not have been more perfect, there were several people strolling around, a group of volunteers working on a gardening project and I was suddenly thankful to the no show tourists for giving me the chance to see what had always been right in front of me.

The lucky poo shot
I circled back around the Thays home preparing to enter, as they often have art exhibitions inside, when suddenly, I felt a nice squirt of cool, white bird poop drip down my shoulder, onto my top, and all the way down my leg. The stench was tremendous! Who knew such a little thing could be so smelly. A nice bystander from Jujuy was kind enough to inform me that my hair was covered and then preceded to dump half of his bottle of water on my head to clean me off. Then informed me that I shouldn't worry because this brings good luck and giggled as I calmly tried to clean myself off with the half-ply toilet paper I had stuffed in my bag.

My garden tour ended abruptly, but at least I managed to get some pictures. On the way out Guillermo snickered as I told him about the bird and he was kind enough to remind me that the garden has lots of trees that attract birds. I'll be sure to bring my umbrella next time. The return bike ride was very quick as I was stimulated by the intermittent aromatic reminders that between my hair and helmet was a lovely layer of birdy waste. Back home and showered, I am looking forward to experiencing the luck that bird intended to bestow upon me.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Sharing is Caring

Visitors are always welcome here in BA. Yep, I am more than happy to share this wonderful city with anyone wanting to explore the southern hemisphere. In fact, I've decided that showing people all of the many reasons that this city totally has me captured is one of my favorite things to do. I've found the perfect job to capitalize on that goodness I feel when introducing newbies to the vast array of museums,  parks, historical sites, but obviously, and most importantly, restaurants! Each tour reminds me of why I feel completely at home here in Argentina.

 Luckily, outside of all the wonderful travelers I meet on the job, I've been fortunate enough to host some visitors of my own. Grandma kicked off the trend with a Thanksgiving visit last November and a stopover in Uruguay. Dad, Caden, and Silvia shared an awesome week of cycling, exploring, clubbing and a few afternoon cocktails in late February. And my most recent visitor Amanda, my first roommate EVER from my freshman year at AU just left and I already miss her. After two+ years of not seeing each other, it felt like just yesterday we were living together! And we ate at so many amazing restaurants that I can now show to all my future visitors. (Seriously, a lot of food, but A LOT. Our waistlines are grateful we don't live anywhere near eachother!) Each of these trips was a unique combination of emotions: excitement, exhaustion, relaxation and sadness at departure, but I am so happy that I've had the chance to introduce each of them to the awesome Buenos Aires. Please, please, please come see me again!

I would like to say however that none of these compared with the complete joy and content I felt when visiting home in June. Being my favorite month of the year, with Colorado's green mountains, warm days and cool evenings, the fresh summer vibe has the most incredible calming ability. Honestly, I had never before felt the happiness I did when spending those two weeks with those that I love most: my family. This year is the first that I've experienced a very extended period away from home and even so much time out of the US and it's true when they say distance makes the heart grow fonder. I'd never before understood the connection to home. Each morning I woke up early, took a walk with Winston while the sun was just peaking above Raiders Ridge, followed by relaxing mornings waiting to spend the day doing whatever I could to soak up as much Durango time as possible. We were together as a family to bring Grandma Willie home to Colorado one last time. A brief but wonderful road trip to CO Springs to see Breanne and her gorgeous family. Those kids melt me like they'll never understand. Everyone was so generous, breaking away from their busy schedules to spend time with me. Durango never seemed so good! 
Truth is, I should have wrote about the trip while there, but then again, if this blog is for those back home I don't need to add more detail. You were all there sharing in my pure 'being home' bliss! xo

*Please excuse the totally lame photo/text layout. I am fully annoyed and completely over the blogspot tools offered and have given up trying to make MY blog fit MY needs and preferences. :) As you can see I'm trying to be the bigger person, accept what is available, check my high expectations at the door, the list goes on and on. My perfectionist tendencies are getting the best of me at this point so I must now step away from the computer.