DAY SEVENTY NINE - MAN O MAN IT IS GOOD

Breakfast, lunch and tea
this is the sweet for me!

ARGENTINE EXPERIENCE
TOP 10: NO 8  MANTECOL

I don't have the biggest sweet tooth in the world as you can see with my endless posts of an extensive varietal of meats and savoury 'what not'! This guy right here is a protein enriched peanut wonderland. It is like hollowing out a packet of Reeces Pieces and mashing all the insides together into one solid bar of slightly savoury/sweet delight. It is like the never ending story if confectionary as I can't stop myself. There is never a wrong time of the day to eat Mantecol, every time is the right time! The texture is unexplainable, it is absurdly good - crunchy, crumbly, squishy and after all this munching it just melts in your mouth. It puts chocolate to shame!

DAY SEVENTY EIGHT - HAPPY NZ MOTHERS DAY!

MOTHER THERE IS NO OTHER, LIKE MOTHER, SO TREAT HER RIGHT!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_rBidCkJxo&feature=related

LOVE YOU MUMMMMMMMMM! YOU THE BEST MUM I HAVE EVER HAD

DAY SEVENTY SEVEN - TIME KEEPS TICKING

TICKING

TICKING

TICKING

INTO THE FUTURE

Pretty sure Argentinians have no concept of time. Used to running on a prompt 10 or at the very least 5 minute early arrival time, this place has got me and my well trained habits all out of wack! For example

"the BBQ/Asado is at 9:30pm". Don't expect anyone to be there at until 10:30 or even 11! Not a word of a lie, it is a very important side note otherwise you will be perpetually disappointed when your date seizes to ever pick you up on time. And in the organisation of an event, make sure you tell any Argentine you expect to make an appearance, that the night starts at 8:30 if you want them there by 10pm! 

Some characters are worst than others, and as a pseudo teacher in a somewhat professional environment no one will be early, some will be on time and of course still in business a few will be late. Haha the very Argentine in NZ who suggested I write about this when we were skyping yesterday, she her self said "Shit I better go I was supposed to meet someone for lunch 30 minutes ago" and then proceeded to talk to me for another 15 minutes! Also you may ask why the hell am I going to an Asado at 11pm, that is a whole other blog! It would shock the pants off my grandparents who eat at 5:30pm!

DAY SEVENTY SIX - DON'T RUBBISH THE IDEA

And what do you call this crazy contraption? 

And why is there a bag of rubbish in it?! 

So kooky. 

So crazy. 

And I bet you think it serves an important purpose like keeping out dogs? 

But I know what you are up to Rafaela, you just want to be different and stand out from the crowd. In little old NZ we big old hard plastic bins, with a lid and wheels even! We could walk the dog and the bin at the same time and there is no hope in hell that the dog can get in to eat the rubbish! 

But I admit they are big hunks of UGLY. 

So you and your flying saucer type contraptions win fancy pants!

HA! BUT LOOK WHAT WE DID! WE MADE OUR BIN AT MY HOUSE IN NZ SO FANCY IT MADE THE PAPERS! TAKING RUBBISH COLLECTION TO THE EXTREMES! TAKE THAT!

DAY SEVENTY FIVE - GOOGLE TRANSLATE

Some things I get, some things I don't

I'll give you a tip 

google translate is not always right

I can translate "Te amo" but puta, puto and mierda?

hahahaha maybe it's for the best it doesn't translate them

oh no wait it does... crude dirty slang in public toilets

is universal I take it.

DAY SEVENTY FOUR - BESTYS, TATTOOS AND BABYS!

One way to get the eyes wet! When your besty 

in NZ gets a tribute tattoo. "Sky and Lilac" moths.

(Our code, secret alter ego names as teens). My 

friend once told me things don't change much whilst you

are away... except kids. I miss her and her lil kiddys my

 god son Izzy and little baby Scarrrrrrrrrrrrrlett! 

Stop growing for a little bit little critters, I am missing out!

I wish I could just jump on a plane back to NZ for one 

week to see them, then go hug my mum and dad

in Wellington, fly to AK go for a beer with my friends 

and then get back on the 12 flight to BsAs, followed by 

a 6 hour drive to Rafeala. When will money start to grow 

on trees?! My heart hurts a little, I wait in hope!

Love you

DAY SEVENTY THREE - WOLLYWHYCHEW! . .

Yes I am indeed dancing barefoot outside the wedding that was jam packed with 400 drunken Argentines - Argentina WTF, at 10pm we are in the church, we were eating dessert at 2:45am! and 6am I was still dancing like a mad woman, I had lost my shoes and also acquired a penguin on my head! Where. What. Why. Who, When? Wedding Weekend in Weird n' Wacky Wollywhychew - Gualeguaychu!