The wine tasting is at 6 pm, and though I’ve been living in Latin America for over a year and a half, like a typical American I show up too early and decide to walk around the block a bit. This is Las Cañitas, and it’s a pretty section of Buenos Aires with a safe and neighborly feel to it. The address ending in the double digit-letter tells me it’s an apartment, rather than a restaurant or bar, and for a second I wonder if this wine tasting might be too intimate.
But a moment after ringing the buzzer, meeting (Read more...)