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¡Epa! I’ve managed to skip the whole of June. Since we’ve been back in the Big Smoke, I’ve been embroiled in getting my permanent residency and getting a full-time, in-house job here in… Continue reading
¡Epa! I’ve managed to skip the whole of June. Since we’ve been back in the Big Smoke, I’ve been embroiled in getting my permanent residency and getting a full-time, in-house job here in… Continue reading →
Ten days ago it fell, in giant flakes like I’d never seen before. Incredibly beautiful to watch the garden turning from green to white as evening fell. Until all was cloaked white, muffled… Continue reading →
Yes, I sound like I float around in potato sacking, chewing flowers and weaving watercress through my hair. I did not intend to make these earth-mother cookies, they crept up on me. I… Continue reading →
At 08:35 this morning, in San Carlos de Bariloche, Patagonia. This was reminiscent of a Buenos Aires sunset. It doesn’t get light in this pocket of the world until 08:45 these days. Daylight… Continue reading →
A very American recipe – from glamorous Katherine Hepburn, no less, and tweaked by David Lebovitz – using artisan Argentine chocolate. Rapa Nui is my favourite chocolate shop here in Bariloche, with its… Continue reading →
Yes, more Welsh tea in Patagonia, but this time here in Bariloche. We get it where we can, oink oink. The smiley, ruddy-cheeked, white-haired and moustachioed owner of Equs was jubilant to discover JP… Continue reading →
Thanks Hugh, for this exquisitely delicious tart recipe. I made it in record time one evening last month before the strawbs ran out here in Bariloche, and scoffed my half (my half) in… Continue reading →
A particularly magnificent walk in the full flush of autumn, about three weeks ago. Now the clumps of red berries hang alone on the fiery tree above. I walked to the top of… Continue reading →
Having my mum visiting was the perfect time to be a gung-ho Bariloche tourist. We spun around the two main sightseeing routes, Circuito Chico and Circuito Grande, tracing the smaller chico loop first. We began… Continue reading →
Or known outside of Argentina as The Old Patagonian Express, from Paul Theroux’s 1979 book of the same name. In fact JP’s train ticket (No. 01312), sitting on the table before me, does… Continue reading →