Possibly Portena, How About You?

Where do I begin with Buenos Aires? I’ve already gushed about the Lovelies, the city’s foremost ambassadors, and hinted at our delirium over the cuisine, but there is so much more to this miraculous place than meets the eye…or the stomach. Quite simply, this could be my place. I’ve found a few that fit the…

Props to The Padres!

Role models for boys are few and far between these days, now that pro athletes are felons and rock stars and actors vacillate between rehab and divorce court, but my boys have an all-star lineup who teach them that being a man is much more than building muscle mass, ________________…. Riding the shoulders of my father who taught me all about sports and took me to every type of sporting event possible–Navy basketball and Oriole baseball games when we lived in Maryland; Saints football, Jazz basketball, NCAA Final Four, and team motocross when we moved to New Orleans. As I grew older, and my interests evolved away from sports and towards dance, history, and travel, my dad found ways to support me in my new pursuits…. He was my constant companion at countless Mardi Gras parades and introduced me to the wonders of rollercoasters as we visited amusement parks all along the Eastern Seaboard and Gulf Coast states.My dad recently told me how happy he was with my family.

Everywhere You Go, Part II

This is part 2 of my last post and it’s about the kids we met here in Argentina. Be sure to check out the first post if you missed it, because Dad slipped it in yesterday back in the Tunisia section of the blog. Last week we met a fun family at our church that…

Que Lindas Our Lovelies

You might remember that when we were in Zambia back in March, we met a trio of beautiful Argentinians I like to call “the Lovelies.” Friends since grammar school, Martina, Mariana, and Manuela (also known as “the three M’s”) share a passion for travel. Together they have explored the far reaches of South America and…

And Then There Were 7…

I just realized that title could set people thinking in the wrong direction. No, we’re not adding another Andrus to the 6 (Tom and I might have to be committed if that were the case), but we’ve added a seventh traveler to our posse for the first leg of our South American adventure. Only a…

Barely Maintaining My Weight in Tunisia

Anne took the kids to find a seat and I ordered two different pizzas with the fewest ingredients on them, a few of the kids favorite backpacker food, chocolate pancakes, a chicken dish for Anne and sandwiches for me and Dax…. I looked around at what the locals were eating and our tuna pizza was not an aberration, almost all their dishes can be covered in canned tuna and many of the locals did…. These light green giant beans were the size of my thumbs I am not sure if these were fava beans, the locals just called them “legumes,” and they where a tasty addition to an otherwise bland meal.Tunisia was only the second place where everyone in the family struggled with food, the first was Cambodia…. (No the french is kicking in.) After the first week of struggling to find a local dish or fast food we liked, I finally gave in and started ordering the same food each day from a local cafe.

Getting Fat in Eastern Europe

The rest of the family is also not as adventuresome as I would like and they wanted to take advantage of the prevalence of our fast food which has invaded the former Easter Bloc…. I did not have a winter to spend with them but I do have a little more to grab around the midsection as a result of their perogies and kielbasas.I have always liked perogies. We don’t get much of a chance to eat them at home, and I think health conscious chefs and individuals have tried to use olive oil or other less “bad” fats when serving them to Americans…. Back to the restaurant they came and after bribing them with another ice cream on the way home they sat and were good company while I ate serving 3 and serving 4.