Wooed by the promise of top-notch steaks, free ice cream (his uncle owns an ice cream factory), and the elusive blood sausage, I’m traveling to Argentina with Juan and his family, this March. We’ll be staying in Buenos Aires and a Uruguayan beach house, where we may even catch a wild and rowdy futbol match. Hopefully, we’ll get out before the stadium burns down.
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