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Here our private tour met up with an amiable
group scattered across the green park-like grounds
enjoying wine and beer on what was becoming a
steamy afternoon.
Carola led us to a shaded picnic table, where
we shared my kind of snack - cold beer and fried
empanadas. A few minutes later she pulled out her
thermos and mate bowl and asked us if we would join
her in a glass of the country’s traditional herbal drink.
We couldn’t really refuse, and she walked us through
the ritual of its preparation, and although it wasn’t
nearly as satisfying to me as the beer, it wasn’t an
unpleasant experience
Now it was time to go gaucho for real with a
horseback ride. It had been decades since I’d been
on a horse, but I had ridden lots of camels and even
elephants in recent years, so a horse couldn’t be that
hard. What I didn’t count on was that Argentinian
saddles were much different than the ones I knew - no
horn or leather saddle, just a seat made with thick
blankets with stirrups.
Because I’m a reasonably big guy, I was given an
enormous horse. No way could I mount this beast
without a saddle horn. That little problem was solved
when they brought over a rickety three-step ladder.
Other than that small issue our ride around the
pampas - Mary took the carriage option - were great
fun. I admit I was relieved when we returned to the
stable and I gracelessly dismounted, but, I suspect,
not nearly as relieved as my horse.
After a satisfying Argentine lunch - tender grilled
beef and sausages, salads and ice cream - all served
with bottomless glasses of Malbec, we joined other
sated guests under the trees on the green to watch
amazing demonstrations of gaucho skills. After the
talented horse whisperer gaucho performed with his
trusting horse, we were encouraged to participate in
traditional dances and music. I figured I had used all
my luck riding a horse that day, so I passed on the
lively entertainment. Our day ended with the sound of
Argentine folk music ringing in our ears, and, thanks
to the ample wine and food. We had a nice nap on our
ride back to Buenos Aires.

84 WDT MAGAZINE WINTER 2018