How To Avoid Wide Hips And Butt

Photo Carlos Aguerre (my old).


I guelta then.

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I'll try to do a story in order. Perhaps the chronological interrupted by things I'd come to mind that deserve to be highlighted.
For those who do not know: San Antonio de Areco is just north of the capital, a hundred-odd miles. It is a town of 22000 people and has over 250 years. However . Start the story.

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When we went, on the road, we encountered a huge truck, carrying a giant box of unknown content (uuuuuu). When I say HUGE I am not exaggerating. The filth that was wider than the rail route. So passed above the shoulder and up the lane the other hand (1 m for each side more or less). Was a danger, every time we came across a truck had to pull to the shoulder on the other side to pass, because they came into his own lane. And when one is commanded to move the truck, also had to be sent to the shoulder. Bastards. Well, we arrived, we traveled a car horn, followed a couple of posters of "Tour", we lost, we gave us the information, and we went to rent a room in a hotel. Small room if available. Bah, I spoiled my room. But still, I was young.

Then we went to eat at the grocery store "The owl." Proved to be a turd. It took two years to bring care and three meals. When I brought the Milanese ... was raw. That of my brother was also raw. What kind of cook can not cook Milange Goldfarter?! Please ... Bueh, but I brought another touch, so I ate a medium (the crude had only half raw, so before you complain advantage: D).
My brother outraged by the service in "The Owl". Photo mine.


Then we went to walk around the village, we drive to a point, got off and walked. We repeated the process several times, etc. I make a

high to mention the wild were the types most driving. Mamma mia, here I thought that was handled in the capital by storm. Here the rate reached the corner, over 50 km / h in a narrow street, "neighborhood" - no holding back a turd, played trumpet and sent. Was a danger at every intersection. As you said my father, "These guys do not skimp on foot."

In the afternoon we went to the Gaucho Museum Güiraldes. Was re piola, in a piece he had as a fort (it was a residence), with a moat around cactus around a pile of dirt around ... Everything you need to stop a raid. Ah, let's not forget the four guns on each end. Look In this photo.

The car's going to eat. Photo of Carlos Aguerre.



addition, the museum was a picture of roses and red ribbons down a (federal), which read: "CONFEDERATION VIVA ARGENTINA! Death to the savage, filthy and disgusting unit"
Jaja, tolerance 100% policy oooootra I pause to mention Don Segundo Sombra. I mention this because his name was written all over it. Store Don Segundo, Calle Don Segundo, etc. La pucha. Speaking of Don Segundo store ...




CHASE ME! COLLEGE CHASE ME! Photo mine.


Ahem ... also worth mentioning that all the houses were a "landmark." In each block were going to find, if or if, a house with the petty little sign of "This house is a place of interest" ... Of interest to whom, for the owner? There were also "born in this house ...". And appointing great heroes, as the urologist Belgrano. And do not forget to talk to other tourist attractions SA de Areco, the old posters. Propaganda posters of Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Alpargatas (the brand) and other brands. These posters were everywhere, no matter if you sell computers last generation, in front of you local to put a rusty sign "Excerpt from White of the '60s. Returning to the chronological order ...
slept in the tiny room.

next day bill-rich breakfast (note that I have hunger at the time of writing) and we boludeando.
walk, blabla.




"Everybody knows which is the last stop of the tour, but we try to ignore it." Photo mine.
We went to the Museo de Molina Campos, a guy who lived in the first half of the 20 to drawing caricatures of gauchos. I will highlight the details that got in the drawings, was full of small pat remaining jewel. Then we went to eat at the grocery store Merti

Corner. I have to say that nothing to do with the previous. Let us not be quick, but the place was better, they were very attentive, the menu was much more varied than the other (the other had just four or five meals) and also was cheaper. I ate a juicy steak with fried medallion (Stress the portion of fries, which was huge). And for dessert a chocolate an arena I do not remember his name, but he was tremendous. To give you an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat it was muser *, chocolate, berries, cream, ice cream, all in great proportions.

Before we went through the Cultural Center Ex-Plant, which had some plows over a hundred years ago, that seemed to torture machines.

Well, after we returned. I slept the whole time, so if you know something remarkable happened.

Goodbye, thanks for reading you
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* muser = adjective that gathers all the bright, Grox and "out maaal" in general.