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Bev & Carl at Laguna Azul

We are doing four posts tonight to catch up (too much fun and activity!) So if you just began reading our blog with this post, you may want to start with the “Buenos Aires” post for the rest of this post to make the best sense.

Ok, so there have been some, shall we say, food issues. First of all, going back to the night of the flaming Sambucca. I forgot to mention that Carl spilled his Sambucca, and we had not only flaming Sambucca, but flaming table cloth! Before that, however—when we were ordering our entrees—the restaurant had a lovely, large salad on the menu. I was craving a salad. I love salads. I have been eating meat every day, every meal since we got here. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love meat. I am a carnivore. But, for those of you that know me well, you know I love salads and eat at least 5-6 per week!!! I have been here (including the plane trip) 6 days, and still no salad.

Bleached wood abstract

Bleached wood abstract

So, as I said, they had a lovely salad at La Playa and—as Carl and I were discussing what we thought we would order (we usually share)—I mentioned that I thought I would get a salad. You would have thought I said I was going to get injected with Typhoid. I swear. The look on his face was frightening, and he then proceeded to tell me that this is the worst possible place for me to order a salad. It could be very dangerous (clearly more dangerous than the imaginary man that was going to steal my purse off my chair) and that they fertilize their crops with all kinds of manure, and the lettuce isn’t cleaned well and will make me incredibly sick. He is saying this with the most pained look on his face AND using his hands expressively for added effect! I told him, “you are scaring me.” He said, “I am trying to scare you.” Not only that, but now I am thoroughly disgusted and couldn’t possibly eat a salad now anyway. We had Beef. Again.

Second food adventure:

Empanadas with chimichurri. © Carl Amoth

When we stopped at La Leona for empanadas (see previous post) they had two options under a glass case. I asked “que es?” (what is?). “Beef and espinacas,” was the reply. (?!?!?) I asked, “what is espinacas?” He didn’t really understand what I was asking, so, as we always do, I asked again. He said, “Penis.” I looked at him and said, “Penis?” “Si, Penis.” Now, understand testicles and intestines have been listed on nearly every menu we have seen, so I quickly said, “No, no, quatro beef, por favor.” So, later in the car, I was telling Carl why I only ordered beef. First, they had no chicken, and the only other choice was Penis.

Bev and Natalia, our guide (and translator)

I then told Natalia (our guide) about the conversation and that the man behind the counter said “Penis,” and I couldn’t believe they were serving PENIS empanadas! Curious, of course, she asked about the word he used. I tried to repeat it as I had heard it. Natalia pondered a bit, and then suddenly said, “spinach!” and what the clerk said was “sPEEnis” with a very soft “S”… so, they were spinach empanadas, not penis. Yeah, a good laugh on that one…

Third food story:

When we were at Estancia Hermosa and touring the greenhouse, they had lovely wild strawberries growing, and Martiniano (our guide) said “shhh, but we can eat one…” so I lean down and pick a luscious looking strawberry, but the whole time I am hearing Carl in my mind talking about them fertilizing with manure and I notice he is not picking a strawberry. I am absolutely sure he must be appalled and thinks I will be doubled over with cramps at any moment. The strawberry was wonderful and I am fine…

Last story:


On our very long, and very hot trek today, I had brought full water bottles for both of us, and two extra bottles of water. But it was really hot and really steep. So then I discover why our guide only brought one bottle of water: he refills it in the Alfredo Rio (Alfred River), which is glacier runoff. Clear. Clean. Cold. Beautiful water. After I had gone through all the water in my bottle (which is at least two water bottles full) I decided I would chance it and fill it in the river. I saw Carl looking at me, again knowing that he is probably thinking, “this is very risky,” but that’s Bev. Oh, that water was so good, so cold, so delicious. And, I feel fine.

The canyon stream (and Bev's water source) far below the path to Laguna Azul. © Carl Amoth


So here, my friends, is the decipher of the title of this post: Brazen Bev and Cautious Carl—a match made in heaven…



  1. g_love
    Posted December 11, 2008 at 2:13 pm | Permalink | Reply

    I want some REAL glacier water! Sounds refreshing! Didn’t know Carl was so scary!! 😉Looks like you guys are having a great time!

  2. Carl and Bev
    Posted December 11, 2008 at 4:05 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Oh yea, glacier water is the best! especially with a little vodka and tonic 😉I’m done worrying about what to eat or drink for sure! It’s all salad tonight!Thanks for tracking us and leaving comments!Luv Auntie Bev and Uncle Carl

  3. Kathi
    Posted December 14, 2008 at 1:06 am | Permalink | Reply

    What beautiful, beautiful pictures! I can tell you guy s are having a great time. Glad you stayed away from those “penis empanadas”! LOL!Oh god, the word verification I have to type in is…wait for it..comPENIZ lol

  4. Carl and Bev
    Posted December 14, 2008 at 2:13 pm | Permalink | Reply

    That is hilarious!!!! Yes, having a wonderful time. We are getting ready to update posts again tonight after Carl finishes the pics. Shout out Happy Birthday to Gillian!!!

  5. g_love
    Posted December 14, 2008 at 3:59 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Thank you. While you are down there enjoying a southern hemisphere summer, we are up here in a blizzard!!

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