“We must go for a picnic and we must have pasta frola* and criollos** and apples” announced Joni. It seemed like a good plan, so Wednesday morning we bought the supplies and took off to Playa Grande for the day. This time Joni decided we should also we invite Daddy and Danny to come with us; last time Daddy was writing a sermon, and Danny was minus three weeks.
It was a beautiful sunny winter day, and the Playa Grande is absolutely stunning with its dinosaur skeleton trees, salt encrusted lunar landscape, and of course the flamingos. Really the only thing to do after stopping and staring (and eating pasta frola, criollos and apples) is to go for a walk and take lots of photos:
Joni also took some photos:
For some reason he found the sky very funny. Sadly when he’s articulate enough to explain, he’ll have forgotten why.
That was Wednesday. Today is Saturday, and right now there are a bunch of strangers cooking meat in our garage, don’t ask. Joni is happily playing with the strangers’ kids on the dining room floor. And the rest of us are trying to organise ourselves to go to Buenos Aires tomorrow. This is the furthest we have been and the longest we have been away since Danny was born, and looking at the pile of stuff on the spare bed, we’re going to need to hire a lorry. We hope to see some friends tomorrow, do a bunch of stuff between work and play on Monday, and then our team conference starts on Monday night till Friday. Hopefully catch you back here some time at the end of the week.
*Pasta frola; Argentina’s answer to jam tart except that the pastry is softer and sweeter. Imagine a cross between pastry and cake.
** Criollos; a traditional layered bread. They vary in name and character depending on which bit of Argentina you’re in. In Cordoba province they’re small pastry-like squares.