
After six months in Argentina I still remain enamoured and honestly quite confused about Argentine culture and customs: the sharing of mate seemed refreshingly natural (having just come from swine-flu paranoid England); the ritual asado gives me a warm and full feeling; seeing the local butcher tear apart large chunks of cow with his bare hands for the first time surprised and honestly delighted me; but the national obsession for washing one’s small patch of pavement outside one’s house still strikes me as comical and downright odd.
I arrived in Mendoza during the height of the Fiesta de Vendimia, the city was buzzing with activity and tourists with rosy Malbec-flushed cheeks. But underneath all the glitter and beauty queens, the real city started to draw me in and it is the characters and lives of the real Mendoza and Argentina that I hope to explore in my weekly column.
People, places, perversities and, of course, the local brew are all bound to make an appearance so please bear with me as I attempt to juggle my curiosity, naivety and control my mild alcoholism while on my voyage to meet the real Mendoza.
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PS: Welcome to Mendoza Amanda!!
Romi
> The latest from Amanda Barnes was excellant as it vividly described her
> experience at a Mendozean football match. I have gained another insight into life in Mendoza and I look forward to many more articles from
> this talented story teller.
>
> Regards,
>
> Duggers
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