Hi Friends! I thought a perfect follow-up to my post on tips for healthy air travel would be to share details about our recent trip to Argentina.  A huge group of us headed there for a family wedding…aunts, uncles, cousins and long life friends. My dad grew up in Argentina so this trip was super emotional for him.  We all got to see where he was born and grew up. For him, getting to share that with us all was so special. My biggest take away from the trip was the Argentinians love of life. From the incredible food and stunning architecture to their love of a good celebration, Argentinians really live life to the fullest.

Get ready for picture overload because it was magical!

The flight was long…10 hours but so worth it. We arrived to a week of sunny and 70 degree weather. The best way I can think of describing Argentina is Paris and Italy combined.

Touring the city square with Ellis and Jonathan


The Obelisco de Buenos Aires, a national historic monument and icon of Buenos Aires. Located in the Plaza de la Republica. This monument was erected in 1936 to commemorate the quadricentennial of the first foundation of the city.

Touring around the Capital with my parents we saw where the government and president reside.

A trip to Recoleta Cemetery to visit the memorial of Eva Peron–a very famous Argentinian landmark.

Every city has its heroes that leave an eternal mark on a place but fewer cities are as enchanted as Buenos Aires is with Eva Peron…First lady to the President of Argentina, Juan Peron. Known as a saint-like defender of the poor, Eva Peron was instrumental in Argentinean suffrage before her untimely death to cancer at the young age of 33. Her contributions are celebrated and never forgotten in this cemetery.

The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo.


This was such a hard one to see and experience in person, particularly as a mother, wife and someone of Argentine decent. The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo is an association of Argentine mothers whose children disappeared during the state of terrorism of the military dictatorship between 1976 and 1983. They organized while trying to learn what happened to their children, and began to march in 1977 at the Plaza de Mayo in Buenos Aires, in front of the Casa Rosada Presidential Palace, in public defiance of the government’s state of terrorism intended to silence all opposition. Many of the disappeared were believed to have been abducted by agents of the Argentine government during the years known as the Dirty War(1976-1983); the “disappeared” were often tortured and killed before their bodies were disposed of in rural areas or unmarked graves.

An Argentine Sunset from our hotel in Buenos Aires.


One of the highlights of our trip was attending a Boca Juniors soccer game in La Boca. The soccer game was just non-stop chanting and a completely insane party the whole time! Complete with drums playing, lots of yelling, music playing and crowd surfing–even my English husband admitted that it was the most insane (in a good way) soccer game he’s ever attended!

Outside Atletico Boca Juniors, an Argentine professional sports club based in the La Boca neighborhood of Buenos Aires.

Inside the stadium

Fun at the soccer game!

We traveled through La Boca to the soccer game which we were told is not something you can do at night due to safety concerns. A few photos from the colorful setting that La Boca brings….


A typical restaurant in La Boca.


A blog post from me would not be complete without a recap of the food, right? Argentinians LOVE to eat. Their food is simple and fresh and such an eclectic mix of flavors from all over the world hugely due to the mixture of immigrants that arrived in Argentina. We ate many of our dinners sitting at local cafes. I ordered all of my meals “sin sal”, without salt of course but that didn’t change the flavor one bit. The food in Argentina was really a walk down memory lane for me–comfort food in the truest sense. It brought back so many memories of my grandmother and father cooking for me as a child. The homemade empanadas, french fries complete with a fried egg on top, the use of Acelga (swiss chard) in almost every dish, medialunas (a sweet crescent roll) and dulce de leche used on EVERYTHING. It was cathartic for me to taste all of these flavors from my childhood and while absolutely delicious, nothing compared to how I remember my grandmothers.

Empanadas. Amazing–still not as delicious as my grandmothers.

Sandwich de Lomito. A traditional steak sandwich in Argentina.

Never have I ever….had my family serve me french fries WITHOUT eggs on top! Traditional!

The most delicious homemade gnocchi…thanks to Italian settlers!

Medialunas. The croissant’s cousin from the South. A little smaller, and a little sweeter, and heavenly to wake up to!


If you’re still with me after all that, kudos to you! I couldn’t end this post without a few pictures from the wedding–the whole reason we went on this amazing adventure…to attend my first cousin’s daughters traditional Argentine wedding celebration. Boy did they know how to party–an 8 hour non-stop dancing celebration where the groom ended up stripped to his underwear and the bride and groom were tossed around by their friends for hours!



So proud of my cousin! This is inside her hat store, Compania de Sombreros where she has designed all of those hats and more!



I’ll never forget the time spent back here with my father, the memories made between he and my son and the great time shared by all. Thanks for coming along! xx Janine