Party With Mr. Puffy Pants
By Caroline
We got to the tour agency at 9:45 after the worst ride on the subway I have ever experienced. It was so crowded and I couldn’t have moved my arms if I tried to.
If that wasn’t bad enough all the other trains were behind so at every stop our train had to wait 10 to 15 minutes for the other trains to start catching up. I was definitely glad when that ride was over.
At about 10:30 we boarded a bus and headed off to Estancia Don Silvano. It was about an hour drive and on the way there our tour guide Christian walked around and let us sip some Mate from the special cups.
I wanted to try some but I was reluctant to sip from the communal straw. I decided to take a drink even though I might get all sorts of germs in my body from the old grandmas who drank before me.
Mate is like an herbal tea but a thousand times stronger. It caught Conor and I off guard. Christian was standing next to us and watching our reactions so we had to paste smiles on our faces and tell him it was very good.
Once he walked away though I poured what was left of my orange TicTacs into my mouth to get the taste off my tongue.
After that little episode we arrived at the Estancia. We got out of the bus and saw a bunch of guys wearing puffy pants. We were given meat empanadas and some nasty juice.
The puffy pants men led us to an area where we could choose from two activities: horseback riding around the property or a horse drawn carriage ride. We all chose the horse back riding.
My horse was pretty calm and gentle so I was happy. The puffy pants guys rode in the lead and whistled so the horses would follow. After about 15 minutes of riding we got off and we could wander around the Estancia alone. It was really pretty, especially because it is spring here.
About 20 minutes later we got ushered into lunch. The table was set with bread, potatoes and salad. Then they brought out the first course: sausages.
There was one sausage that was good but the other was a blood sausage. It was sooooooo NASTY. Conor cut his open and all these bloody weird shaped things fell out. It made me want to puke. But this was only the first course.
While we were eating there was a performance. There were different dances from the different parts in Argentina and the music that went with them. Then they brought out the second course: chicken. The chicken was really good.
You would think that was enough but right after we ate the chicken here came huge platters of steak. I’m sure the steak was good but I was too full to eat it. For dessert they served ice cream.
I can’t believe how much they eat in Argentina.
After everyone was done eating we got taken to bleachers on one side of the Estancia to see the puffy pants guys ride their horses. They had races and played a game where you had to start at one end and have your horses run full speed while the rider has to get a stick through a ring at the other side. It was cool to watch.
After the show was over we were served Mate again (I poured my behind the building to get rid of it) and cookies. Then we got back on the buses and headed back to town.
That just left me with one question. Why are there no fat Argentineans?
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