A “Casa Chorizo” (Sausage House) is a typical colonial house in Argentina. It’s a Roman-inspired design, where all the rooms are aligned around a central courtyard like rows of chorizos.
Nurturing an abiding love for Latin America, I've traded big city lights for sunshine and grapes in Mendoza, Argentina. A perennial traveler and writer, I'm inspired by locals, culture and creativity. This is my patchwork.
East Village Apartment in New York City
The transitional period left us bouncing from a shared loft space in Brooklyn to our parents’ homes in New Jersey and Mendoza.
The apartment in Williamsburg was a throwback to our early 20’s. We lived with two guys, one bathroom, partial bedroom walls and zero privacy.
Williamsburg Apartment in Brooklyn
We regressed to our teen years living with our parents—sleeping in our childhood bedrooms, borrowing our parents’ cars and sharing meals as a family.
For months before our move, Guido scoured apartments to rent on Inmoclick.com. Our first week in Mendoza, we visited a handful of apartments and narrowed it down to two options that we found by asking the doormen.
Centrally located on Calle Sobremonte and Avenida Belgrano in Mendoza Capital, both apartments were relatively new, spacious and flooded with natural light. They were ideal living spaces where I could imagine myself cuddled on the couch basking in the late afternoon sun.
One-bedroom apartment on Calle Sobremonte
One-bedroom apartment on Avenida Belgrano
Rooftop - Calle Sobremonte
Rooftop - Avenida Belgrano
It was a tough call because I love soaking in a piping hot bath after a long day. On the other hand, I can’t stand washing dishes (particularly silverware).
Not to sound highfalutin, but doing dishes is enough to make me never want to cook. And if I want to eat anything besides meat, empanadas or pizza in Mendoza, I’m going to have to spend a little more time in the kitchen.
Since sustenance beats bathtub bathing on the hierarchy of needs, Avenida Belgrano it is.
The Tree of Life.
El Mercadito is my favorite restaurant in Mendoza thus far. It’s the one place that I can find delicious green juice and a variety of gourmet salads. Most restaurants in Mendoza offer a menu of milanesas, empanadas, pizza, pastas and beef; anything leafy and green is a novelty. I also love the antique-garage decor and its outdoor patio. It’s not cheap, but it lives up to its value proposition of “friendly & fresh”. Arístides 521, Tel. 4638847
For all you Latin American art lovers, the PINTA NY art fair is taking place at a new location this year: 82MERCER. (Where I stuff my face every year at NYC Wine & Food Festival’s Meatball Madness event.)
This Friday through Sunday, modern and contemporary art from Central and South America, Spain, Portugal, and The Caribbean will be showcased and auctioned. Fifty prominent galleries are partnering with PINTA NY to exhibit museum-quality works of abstract, concrete, neo-concrete, kinetic, and conceptual art.
If you can’t make it to the fair, you can check out Artsy.net, which features artworks, exhibitors, editorial coverage and fair highlights selected by art world insiders.
Many of the sponsors hail from Argentina, including the Malbec wine label Terrazas de los Andes, Marca Pais Argentina, Ciudad de Buenos Aires Turismo Cultural Curator and Soho’s Argentine restaurant—Novecento (where I go to watch important soccer matches).
Soho Grand Hotel is the official hotel of PINTA NY and is offering discounted rates for PINTA NY guests. LATAM is also offering a generous 20% discount on flights to and from New York during PINTA NY, for any last minute weekend travelers.
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Images courtesy of PINTA NY.
On Sunday night, I had a tough choice to make between two very appealing Andalusian performances that were unfortunately happening at the same time: a flamenco show at Teatro Independencia or an outdoor Mala Rodriguez concert.
I studied abroad in Sevilla, Spain my junior year of college and developed an affinity for both the passionate gitano (gypsy) flamenco culture, as well as the badass hip-hop star “La Mala,” who was born in Cadiz and raised in Sevilla.
We had purchased tickets for the Gigantes del Flamenco in advance, so we decided to start our evening at the theatre with the notion of leaving early to catch some of the concert.
From the first performance until the very last standing ovation, the show had me gripped by the heartstrings.
I couldn’t tear myself away from the captivating cantaores (singers), whose powerful voices raised the hairs on the back of my neck and sent shivers down my spine.
The emotional cries barreled headlong into my heart summoning memories of late nights in Sevillan bars, where I was first mesmerized by the proud commanding presence of the female bailaor (dancer) and awestruck by the profound rawness of the cantaor's vocals, wrought with an eternity of heartache.
I love flamenco because it resists our youth obsessed culture, prizing mature singers, dancers and musicians who can fully embody the duende, or soul, of the music and have the capacity to convey it. The deep heart-wrenching odes of love lost, death, anguish and despair are difficult to express without having struggled against life’s dark demons.
After the show, we pulled up to Julio Le Parc while the concert was just coming to an end. I would have really enjoyed seeing La Mala perform live, but the echoes of flamenco still reverberated through my psyche leaving no room for regret.