South America - March 13th - Buenos Aires

It’s often the little things that stick out when you’re in a different place. One of those little things that I noticed about Chile and Argentina is that their bottle openers are different. The difference is the placement of the “hook”. In America, the book is located closer to the middle of the opener and when you use it, you latch the opener onto the bottle cap and push the cap away from you. Well, the openers in Chile/Argentina have the hooks at the end of opener and when you latch the opener onto the bottle cap, you pull the cap towards you. I borrowed one of these openers from the hotel mini bar.

Back in the 70’s, one of the dictators stole a bunch of the babies and they were re-disbursed across the country. Well, obviously the moms didn’t like this and they still memorialize this event by holding a protest a couple days a week. Sara and I are all for not having little babies stolen from their moms, so we went to the protest. The moms (who are quite old now) throw papers in the air and walk around in a circle and sell things to run a foundation that offers DNA testing to those who think they may have been stolen back in the day.

That night we went to a steakhouse buffet. For $17 it was all you can eat meat, papas fritas, and a liter of cola/beer/bottle of wine. The only problem is that we had limited knowledge of the different pig and cow parts. So, I doubt we’ll ever know what we were eating exactly. We went by the consistency rule. If something shot out of the skin when you cut into it, you didn’t eat it. If it appeared to just be fat, it probably was and you didn’t eat it. If the cook laughed when he gave it to you, you didn’t eat it.