Okay, John hasn’t been describing our hotels, so I must step in. Luxe! Posh! I feel like the queen mother, but not as short or squat. Or matronly.

Hotel pools are perfect for holidays with kids, and the first day Owen barely got out of that thing. I pleaded with him: the bathtub in our corner suite was Olympic sized, couldn’t we go swim there?
Our rooms are clean and organized, despite my best efforts to destroy its elegant feel. I loved finding our shoes lined neatly together. It was fun to find our socks and underwear folded, bathingsuits hung to dry on hangers.

I won’t try to describe Buenos Aires, John’s done such a lovely job, but I must brag about the weather in Mendoza. We were introduced to the wine region by the amazing Carolin, who apologized many times that it was too hazy, the view was marred. The slight haziness meant that the Andes peaks played peekaboo with us, but also that we were spared the force of full sun in the 100 degree weather. It made touring the grounds at three beautiful wineries a breeze!

One other thing: empanada class was led by Chef Federico of La Bourgogne in Mendoza. We learned that lard is the key ingredient, and I’m willing to try that next time. And that some people can make 3 per minute! Wow. My goal is a bit lower. The class was delicious and playful both.

Alberto and Mariano of Argentina 444 are the best imaginable hosts. Primo.

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