The end of the world comes alarmingly early, Graham and I in a cab at 6:15 in the AM to beeline it away on Argentina’s lane-less roads, a gauntlet of…
Essentially a straight-shot from Florida Avenue, I march my new pair of shiny flip flops to San Telmo, Buenos Aires oldest neighborhood, their version of the French Quarter, home to…
My flip flop meets the same fate as all of my Old Navy pairs before it, a brutal separation of the strap from sole, plastic ripped from the toe. Goddamnit.…
Gardens of all shapes and sizes dot Buenos Aires, and on a beautiful summer day, breezy and delightful at 70°F, outdoors is where we want to be, especially since today…
Palermo leads us to the Botanical Gardens, always a pleasant discovery no matter the city, and here, we have the added bonus of a wrought iron greenhouse, the likes of…
Palermo is Buenos Aires’ swanky neighborhood, and walking the tree-lined streets, we agree: Overgrown, flowering bushes, towering oaks, cute café after cute café, Palermo is the Highlands meets Aix-en-Provence, Mediterranean,…
I am at the verduleria, channeling all the inner español I can muster to gather veggies for our evening meal, a thank-you gift to our fabulous hosts and to ourselves,…
Josh Duchamel cradles a bruised and battered Rosario Dawson in his Popeye forearms, saving her from the ravages of a fire before it engulfs the building, he the fire-fighter sleuth…