I have seen Argentina only once, and that was from behind a fence at the Chilean border, close to Punta Arenas.
What I saw were flat Patagonian grasslands for miles and miles without end, with adorable brown cows eating their way through that vast endless world. Could you imagine anything more Argentinian?
I now have a small chance to check if that stereotypical glimpse was close to the truth, as I will go on a short trip to San Carlos de Bariloche, at the feet of the Patagonian Andes. Although it is still Patagonia, the city is much more to the north than were I gazed at my cows. Let us see this week if that means more than grass and cows!