Kissing is a mania here. Everyone kisses everyone hello and goodbye, a single, chaste peck on the cheek, or a quick press of the faces while kissing the air. Less … Continue reading Kissing, Late Nights and Rubbish

Kissing is a mania here. Everyone kisses everyone hello and goodbye, a single, chaste peck on the cheek, or a quick press of the faces while kissing the air. Less … Continue reading Kissing, Late Nights and Rubbish
Not having seen the famous gaucho display at the Feria de los Mataderos, I thought I couldn’t fail to spot some in San Antonio de Areco, a tiny town 120km … Continue reading Desperately seeking gauchos
At the Feria de los Matadores in the far west of Buenos Aires last Sunday, there was a distinct lack of gaucho (cowboy) displays, my main incentive for making the long trek out there. But in the prettily colonnaded Plaza de los Mataderos, charismatic Juan in spotless white shirt and cloud grey felt hat, compered a lively set of regional singers, bands and dance troupes. (more…)
If it hadn’t been for Señora Zapato, as I’ll call her, I’d have thought what happened to me yesterday morning even more bizarre. As a back drop to my with … Continue reading How to tie your shoelaces in Buenos Aires