Grand before the eternal romantic, I take the space offered to me by this blog to make a declaration of love. That my many admirers and other courtesans (verbena-mint (forgiveness, ..)) rest assured, I have not found your soul mate. In fact, from Argentina that I fell in love. This beautiful love story began in Goya, the famous theatrical thunderbolt, and then continued materialized during my long journey across the country.
Just like a woman, the first thing you look at it when even the body. And here is beautiful Argentina. Great and slender (without falling into anorexia or obesity Chile Brazil) Argentina was hit by grace. Its curves are majestic beginning with the stunning Andes. One can also evoke the beauty of its land Austral. Once entered in Patagonia until the arrival shivering in the Bay of Ushuaia, surprises abound. Between vast expanses of steppe, glaciers and small villages nestled in mountains whose peaks topped with snow remind us that the South Pole is closer than Buenos Aires, the show is permanent. Buenos Aires, in fact, talk about it. Although a review a card, the Argentine capital is not innocent in my love for the country. Its unique atmosphere, its numerous neighborhoods where it's always good to sip coffee, amazing nightlife, its advantages are innumerable. After
to fall in love we must love each other but also as a person. It's inner beauty. On this point there is no doubt you and many people agree that what Argentina has more beautiful is its people. First, his women are most beautiful in the world (memory sex tourist) and not a Mark in fresh from New Zealand who may disagree with me. Besides this characteristic, even when relatively important, I was quickly struck by the Argentine lifestyle. It is clear that the Argentinians know and love the good life, and examples abound. In this connection we think necessarily happiness procured by tasting a asado, ritual and festive sprinkled on which I will not, having already published an article about it. Another symbol of the Argentine good life, the ritual of the maté infusion of this plant that magically passes from hand to hand and that one sip at any hour of the day. While in France many start their workday head full of worries, Argentina long moments to share the Bombilla (straw iron can drink mate) are all privileged to share space on the lives and concerns, of course, boiling water in thermos also warms hearts. Moreover, the fact of passing the drink is probably more meaningful than the already lofty value of sharing.
Finally, to love one must have passion in common. This is the case fútbol (not football). I love the excitement and joy surrounding the sport in Argentina. For starters, the Argentines are mad about their team they love for much more than their wives, evidenced by the many crests tattooed on hearts. In addition, they are very much more connoisseurs than Footix base that can be found in France and has seldom highly developed sense of tactics, perhaps because here the analytical programs last a football day, nothing to do with the poor coverage given by Canalfootballclub or what could be found in (fire) Telefoot. But football remains a game and that's certainly why Argentina is so different. Improvised on a vacant lot, organized on a large lot or practiced on a cancha cons of 5 5, we play every day. No question, then come for a portion of ball between Tikitiki (stereotype of South American football made multiple short passes, dribbling and many tricks of any kind, ask Riquelme) and soles on the ankle intensity is omnipresent and beer after the match even more refreshing.
short, you'll understand the wetness glaser Iguazu to Ushuaia, fever Portena Goyanes the peace I feel good about this country I love.
Argentina te amo!
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