Your comment about "pure Italian", brought back my memories of the summer in 1953 that I spent working in Valencia, Venezuela, for a cement company. I had high hopes of improving my Spanish. My hotel was manned by Italians who had arrived after WWII. They spoke a mixture of Spanish & Italian. My boss came from the Ukraine after WWII. He wanted to improve his English, so we only communicated that way. The natives I worked with wanted to learn English swear words. In return taught me the equivalent in Spanish. My Spanish expanded somewhat - downhill?
I never made it to Argentia or Brazil. Enjoying your Notes very much as well as Joel's.
What fun to read of your peregrinations! Your words remind me of Ernest Hemingway's stories of his early life in Paris. How nice to discover a new place, especially when it's old! Ah, to be young and in Buenos Aires, Calchaqui, Paris and Baltimore! But especially young!
Maria , this news on your life, is the way to go. Lovely detail on the food, plus the description of the ambiance. My mouth is watering for the culinary experience, in Beaunos Aires. Lovely photo of you and your Mother. What did your Father say ? Was he impressed with the price?
I never thought to seek out an Italian restaurant in Buenos Aires though I should have considering all the Italian Immigrants who came in through the Porto district in BA. Thank you for your “tour”.
Mariah that is a wonderful picture of you and your mother. I had just finished reading one of your fathers letters and he mentioned that he was heading your way to check on how things are going. I would bet that he and your mother are proud of the work that you and Adrien are doing on the farm/ranch.
Loved the menu and food description ! Enjoy !
Yes, delicious food. We went there with you. ;)
Hola Mariah and Elizabeth! Sante! xxx
Merci, Patricia!
Your comment about "pure Italian", brought back my memories of the summer in 1953 that I spent working in Valencia, Venezuela, for a cement company. I had high hopes of improving my Spanish. My hotel was manned by Italians who had arrived after WWII. They spoke a mixture of Spanish & Italian. My boss came from the Ukraine after WWII. He wanted to improve his English, so we only communicated that way. The natives I worked with wanted to learn English swear words. In return taught me the equivalent in Spanish. My Spanish expanded somewhat - downhill?
I never made it to Argentia or Brazil. Enjoying your Notes very much as well as Joel's.
The menus and wine selections seemed great!
What fun to read of your peregrinations! Your words remind me of Ernest Hemingway's stories of his early life in Paris. How nice to discover a new place, especially when it's old! Ah, to be young and in Buenos Aires, Calchaqui, Paris and Baltimore! But especially young!
Maria , this news on your life, is the way to go. Lovely detail on the food, plus the description of the ambiance. My mouth is watering for the culinary experience, in Beaunos Aires. Lovely photo of you and your Mother. What did your Father say ? Was he impressed with the price?
I never thought to seek out an Italian restaurant in Buenos Aires though I should have considering all the Italian Immigrants who came in through the Porto district in BA. Thank you for your “tour”.
Mariah that is a wonderful picture of you and your mother. I had just finished reading one of your fathers letters and he mentioned that he was heading your way to check on how things are going. I would bet that he and your mother are proud of the work that you and Adrien are doing on the farm/ranch.