Everything in its place
A few nights ago, I decided to honour my place as a woman and my mother’s origins from the food capital of the Philippines (Pampanga) by
April 7, 2010
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A few nights ago, I decided to honour my place as a woman and my mother’s origins from the food capital of the Philippines (Pampanga) by
On Sunday afternoon, we decided to walk over to the Hippodromo Palermo to watch some horse racing. Gambling on an Easter Sunday wasn’t exactly part of
Easter weekend in this here Catholic capital was a quiet one. Those of us who didn’t run down to the beaches to catch the last rays
Being in Argentina for so long gave me the opportunity to get to know some pretty great people. Culturally, it was such an enriching experience to
Dear Argentina, How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you for your beauty: the ragged, raw, realness of your bittersweet glamour,
“Buenos Aires es un quilombo!”. This is one of the first “slang” phrases I learned when I got to the city. Buenos Aires is a mess!
There is no better way to experience authentic porteño life than to go to a milonga to watch the locals tango. I wish I could describe this
