A day in the life of a designer..
Was that a whale or my stomach?
So, I am back from Argentina which like England was in the grip of swine-flu fever. Most things in Buenos Aires closed down for four days to try to stop the spread of infection which fortunately prevented me from impressing the locals with my Tango moves as all the ‘milongas’ were closed. However, we still had a fantastic time.
The gaucho pant has been well and truly taken to heart as a staple fashion item, it’s like coals to Newcastle. They definitely love it here, I saw girls of all shapes and sizes strutting their stuff in gaucho style jeans. Not only did I shop and people watch but I spent a substantial amount of time in Argentina’s graveyards. Buenos Aires has the best graveyards you could spend all day wandering around looking at the beautiful graves and statues and reading the flamboyant epitaphs.
From Buenos Aires we went up to Iguazu falls on the border with Brazil, they were magnificent taking a boat ride into one of the biggest waterfalls in the world is the ultimate log flume ride. Then we went up to Salta in the Alta Plano by this time the huge quantities of steak were really getting to me so we made a conscious decision to head down to Patagonia where there are a lot of welsh settlers and head to a welsh tea room for afternoon tea. Lemon tart, Swiss roll, welsh cakes, scones, welsh fruit cake, lemon drizzle cake…..the plate was huge and all topped off with a cup of tea from a teapot wrapped in a hand knitted yellow and red tea cosy just like my Nana had. Then a walk along the beach listening to the whales gurgling and splirting….. Or was that my stomach????
Posted at 11:44AM Aug 20, 2009 by Long Tall Sally Admin in "Carol" Comments (0)
