To the ranch, to the town

C picked us up , went to groc store for weekend supplies. SC was accosted by store security because he was taking a photo of various oddities in the wine display. He quickly offered to erase the offending photo, but they showed mercy. Meanwhile CT scoured the vegie section for produce she couldn´t identify. Found some, which was purchased and later cooked, but still only identified as some type of squash. SC thinks it was a southern hemisphere derivitive of zuchinni. We drove to the ranch home of our friends. Only pictures can descibe the classy qualitiy of this place. When we arrived the hired help started the fire, while we inspect the landscaping, the horses, dogs, chickens and zebra finches. Then the sizzling beef was ready and we were served on the patio. Later we took a long walk into the sunset, through autmun leaves, through the woods, keeping one eye on the hundreds of parrots in the trees overhead. At night , started a fire in the fireplace to keep warm, though the soup and mate tea helped. Having long underwear on didn´t hurt either.
So glad to see this side on Argentina before heading back into the big city.
Next day, checked into Ayo. P. Hotel, and went out to the Sunday afternoon milonga, a real one, held in an ancient, elegant old dance hall. The crowd was our age and older, with a few token younger people. The man,swauve in their best suit, honestly just stood up and walked across the dance floor, while a woman would stand, walk to meet him, all this apparently set up by eye contact between songs. All the couples stood for an certain amount of time, and then ALL of them would start. They took my breathe away. Most very fluid, eyes closed tight, efficiency of body movement, counterclock wise, very serious and also cleary enjoying every step. We were the only tourists there, and kept a VERY low profile.WOW.
And I haven´t even touched on what we did today.
from CT