Tal in the big city

Day 1.

Meeting the parents, everything went swift, my mother's new house is brilliant, and the refrigerator is packed with the good stuff.
Lunch with my father and broder included little more than meat, meat and meat: Asado (not me), Chinchulines, Chorizo, Morcilla (coagulated blood sausage) and steakes.

Before nearly exploding, we make our way for a fast overview of Buenos Aire's downtown.

This is the "small Ben", next to the central train station, a gift of the British people to Buenos Aires, that was before they bombed the city in the Falklands (Malvinas) war. A real pity they missed the horrible clock.

Then we came back to my mother's house for another meal (third in a couple of hours) with rest of the family. I have a beautyful sweet, chubby and puking niece and a sweet barbaric nephew.