A few courses from our New Year’s Eve family style dinner spread. Comfort food at its finest. Hearty beef stew, savory chicken adobo, and five cups of freshly steamed sticky white rice. Our cheese bread appetizer was still in the broiler bubbling to golden brown perfection and the potent post-meal pineapple martinis were undergoing its final stages of infusion. Never have I salivated so much in my life.
Dinner at Las Mazorcas in San Telmo. Baked salmon with creamed potatoes, crystalized garlic, topped off with a broccoli cream sauce.
Jumper.
Food portions in Chile are downright preposterous. When ordering for yourself, not only do you receive an ungodly mass of food, but an equally ludicrous heap of condiments to match. Pictured here, a single Pancho Italianissimo combo with a normal serving of avocado and mayonnaise.
We stumbled upon this seafood restaurant in Valdivia, Chile near the Mercado Municipal. Not only was this seafood risotto off the Richter in terms of flavor, but it was a welcomed break from the daily Argentine meat regiment, which, made it even better. To wash it down our waiter suggested ordering a jarra of the Chilean artisanal beer, Kunstmann. Love at first gulp and the perfect compliment to our meal.
Living out a childhood playground fantasy. Zip-lining. Only there was no metal ring to hold on to and no bed of sand below in leg’s reach. Instead, a slightly discomforting crotch harness, dangling from industrial-grade steel cable, and the forest floor well beyond leg’s reach.
There’s no river that’s too rough to raft, no wine tour too classy to get naked, no tower of beer too large to drink, or forest too thick to zip-line through. Whether it’s life threatening, hazardous to our health, or damaging to our self dignity, Team Aprovecha is always locked, cocked, and ready to rock.
Bariloche wall monster.
