Then my mom visited. I was nervous at first about what she would think of this crazy place I have been living in...and she said it perfectly "I was thinking I would go back home feeling better about where you are, but now I think I might worry more now that I do know." I think by the end of the trip, however, she had changed her mind. Everything went perfectly while she was here, and I think she really liked Argentina. She wants to come back. We went to the Bodega Familia Zuccardi and after a tour, that I had to translate "uh she said something about the grapes....like the go in that thing and then i dunno what happens really....and then it's done." We had a picnic in the vineyard which will be a really special memory. They equipped us with everything we could possibly want, olives, breads, wine, meats, wine, dessert, sandwiches, tables clothes, etc. It was really cool (and delicious). I had a glimpse of the life of the owner of a vineyard.
We shopped. For my birthday, I got a leather jacket (thanks Honey). I also got a leather purse. Both of them are really cool, and we bought them from the sweetest family ever. I won't go into it, but... shoes shoes shoes, clothes clothes, shoes.
I took mom to the big city, Buenos Aires. She loved it. We walked all around the city, I showed her the capital buildings and the national cemetery, the artisan market, and other neat things...then I got tired of those kinds of things so I dragged her to Chinatown, a couple forgotten cobble-stone neighborhoods, and some dusty bookstores. It was so fun and quite a laugh, especially when the subway workers decided to go on strike so the whole city was moving by foot. I bought a book, written by a famous Argentine historian, and not even an hour later I saw on the news that he had just died. Weird.
Lemon pie is really delicious, make a note.
Above is a picture of mi vieja doing a little shopping in Chinatown. Below is...the only other picture I took.
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