Go figure, the Greeks got this down. I’m a huge fan of Greek salads (sans olives). Maybe it’s 'cause I grew up with tons of fresh tomatoes n cukes from the garden in the summertime? Or, it’s probably the big chunks of feta cheese. But, I could eat one every day...and, that’s exactly what I did for 8 days in Greece.Read More
One thing that stands out in Cusco Peru is the FOOD. Seems like there’s a fierce culinary competition and every restaurant plays the game. It’s probably because Cusco is a major tourist town, and they know that they have to cater to fickle, hungry American and European tourists who just got done with a 4 day hike?Read More
I love tacos. (Main reason I moved to LA) Al pastor 'til I die!
Mi amigo (Jeremy) and I have a favorite taco truck in LA. I miss her sweet trompo. Córdoba does empanadas really well, but not really tacos. Before I left for Buenos Aires, Jeremy researched and found: La Fábrica Del Taco.
Turns out, it’s ~5 blocks from mi apartamento nuevo!Read More
Córdoba is known for nightlife. Countless cool clubs, restaurants, lounges, etc. Tonight was my first night at “Late”. #lovedit
Late is a pretty big place, but the outdoor back patio is where it’s at. So many places in Córdoba have phenomenal decor. It’s effortless. Yet, exceptional. And I am so inspired by Argentinean musical taste. Destroyer: Chinatown? Brilliant.
Derryl, Danielle, Miranda, Brecht, Patrick, Anhton, Tom, Casey and I had a ton of hearty laughs, ate delicious dishes, played impromptu & inappropriate Pictionary, and stormed the stage and jammed to Michael Jackson. We were undoubtedly the loudest table at the place. But I think they loved us. (Nope)
When we were dancing, one guy usurped the DJ table when the DJ left for a minute and turned the music down. “This is not America, here we throw oranges at this.” Hmmm...I think he meant throw tomatoes, but I’m still not even sure if he didn’t like the song, or he didn’t like us dancing on stage?
Sorry, but you can’t put MJ on and expect us to NOT DANCE. You can take the Americans out of America, but you can’t take America out of the Americans.
Not to mention, we had an Aussie with us. And a guy from Brussels. Show some love for Brussels, amigo!
It’s fascinating to experience the cultural differences in foreign countries.
In Cordoba, restaurants don’t open for dinner until ~8:30pm and waiters & waitresses are incredibly lax about bringing the check, or even checking on you. SO different from the US, where the main goal is to churn you out.
One difference I’ll never get used to is night construction...directly across the street. The sound of an intermittent power saw from ~midnight to ~5am is not the type of white noise I need to Zzzz.
I don’t mind the drunken revelers that oft pass by my place, singing and slurring. Reminds me of the good ole days! But, that power saw.
Funny thing, is that NO ONE EVER YELLS at them. If this were New York City, the string of obscenities would be entertaining enough to make me take out my ear plugs. But, people just seem to accept it here.
I guess the show must go on. Maybe these guys are working under a tight deadline. (Doubt it) Or maybe they just like working at night. (Maybe?) Or, they just want to get the job done as quick as possible? (Hmmm)
If only the waiters and waitresses had that same drive. :]
You just have to accept that things here are different! Embrace the soothing sounds of power saws at 4am. Plan for 2 hour meals. And ask for the check a half hour before you want to go.