Not in Kansas Anymore?

At first when I started traveling I thought it was kind of cute and funny when the "you're not in Kansas anymore" jokes were made.  Haha, I'm from Kansas...and there was a movie about Kansas once...

Now it's old.  No, I don't have a dog named Toto and no, I don't have ruby slippers.  Alas...the jokes will continue, and I will probably continue the courtesy laugh and smile. 

However, a big however, the other day when John said I guess we're not in Kansas anymore, it made a lot of sense, and was rather funny - I'll explain:

We went to the Eco reserve here in Buenos Aires.  It's a beautiful, huge park at the edge of town (literally backs up to the river) that has walking and bike paths and large overgrown trees and grasses.  Sunday was a beautiful day and we spent a long time walking around the park and taking in the nature.  I was going kind of crazy with the camera taking photos of the fields when John remarked "I guess you know you aren't in Kansas anymore when you are taking pictures of fields."  It was funny to think that for really, most of my life I have lived near fields.  There was nothing special about a field - in fact, it was boring before moving to Buenos Aires.  Now it's a treat, it's a great escape from the streets and noise and bustle of a city. 

Some of the pictures, however, I took as an interesting juxtaposition - it shows the fields, grasses and nature, backlit by the skyscrapers and tall buildings of the city. 

Just Around the Corner

Keeping in line with the idea that we'd be trying out great new places and doing "cool stuff" we ventured out on Friday to try what was supposed to be a great place in our neighborhood for pizza.  We, unfortunately, failed at finding the place we were looking for; however, we did find what is potentially a new favorite.  The place couldn’t be any more Porteño. We sat down outside (as there were actually no tables inside) and the waiter (eventually) brought us our menu...a 5 foot chalk board with a few options for pizza, pasta and meat.  He did explain, however, that most of the options were no longer available, and that really, the option was pasta or pizza.  That was really just okay with us, because we wanted pizza anyway...

We were given the option of margarita pizza, mozzarella, or "of the chef," we decided to go with the chefs creation.  He asked if we had any limitations on what the chef could put on it.  We figured it was just whatever was left in the kitchen, and were slightly worried, but went ahead with it. 

It turned out to be excellent!  Below are a few photos from one of our new favorites.



A rotating menu I'm sure...



John, a bottle of wine, and a contraption that carbonates water instantly - a big hit here in BA