San Antonio de Areco is the symbolic centre of the Argentinean cowboy or Gaucho as they are called here - not to be confused with Groucho, as my husband did on a regular basis, which is quite clearly an all together different kettle of fish.
Considering the amount of cowboys we saw I would say this is pretty damn true, however it did, in all fairness have a lot to do with the fact that we, and several thousand other people were actually in town to see the annual 'Dia de la Tradicion', the biggest day in the Gaucho calendar. Impressive displays of horsemanship, strutting in ones finery, and machismo were certainly the order of the day, but there was also a lively market selling everything the discerning Gaucho could possibly require in his day to day escapades on the pampas, which I wasn't allowed anywhere near for some reason.
Most importantly however, and eclipsing all other amazing sights were seriously large amounts of what can only be described as awe inspiring BBQ's (Asados), which were set up to feed the hungry masses. 

Wowza!! Looking at all them cows is making me hungry hungry hippo!!
ReplyDeleteSo jealous - it's freezing here and i'm eating a flamin pasta with pesto - me want MEAT!!! :-(