Steak Eating Machines

I've found in the past that writing, even if just typing out random thoughts onto the internet, is a somewhat difficult thing and also something that I shy away from if given even the slightest opportunity while doing so. This is particularly amusing to me as I've always enjoyed writing - must be some sort of a love/hate relationship I guess. I've made this blog as a way to both inform friends and family about what Kate and I are up to and also as a means by which to force myself to practice writing. I preface like this just so that anyone who's decided to read this blog is not surprised, nor worried if I forget to post, appear to ignore the blog, or in the most extreme case completely disappear from the "blogsphere." I'll try not to do any of these things and actually use it as it's supposed to be used, as well as for the reasons I've mentioned earlier. Anyway, enough of that.

Early this morning, at approximately seven thirty am, we found ourselves floating over green stretches of beef producing Argentinean grassland on our way to land in Buenos Aires. Initially we'd planned to continue on directly to Bariloche, a mountain town about two hours via plane (or some ungodly number via bus) today though ended up "deciding" to spend the night in BA after our flight was cancelled and rescheduled to a time that we couldn't make. So tomorrow we will fly to Bariloche while tonight we will eat steak (most likely it will be me indulging in this meaty glory while Kate will eat plants and other things grown in the dirt...) and drink excellent Argentinean wine. As a side note, I read today that Argentineans eat somewhere around 70kg of steak per person every year. This translates to roughly 154 pounds every year, or .4 lbs of steak a day. That sounds like a lot of beef to me. This either bodes very well for me, or threatens to kill me but either way it will be delicious, I am sure.

I suppose cancellations have been worse...