We got to Mendoza around 3pm on Saturday. So first order of business was to find dinner. Mendoza has a huge history of immigration from Spain and Italy. Because of this, there are premade pasta shops everywhere. We decided to buy some premade Sorrentinos and Agnelotis, which are apparently only found in Argentina, basically oddly shaped ravioles, (sorry if I'm offending any Italian here), and their homemade red sauce. They were super yummy. Would highly recommend.
On Sunday, we began our Mendoza tour by stopping at the Central Market for some fruits and snacks. The place was deserted because we went at 8:30am in the morning. Our first stop to gawk was at the meat counter. Brains, tongue, intestines, pig skin, or any other organ imaginable to top off your shopping list? We've had this kind of exposure therapy before in Hong Kong, and I will say there it felt more extreme because alot of the markets were outside and it was hot and smelly with flies everywhere. This Central Market was indoors, and everything seemed very sanitary and organized.




The fruit stand we stopped at had all of the normal offerings, but, in addition, they had some goodies like the yellow plums we discovered on our first camping trip up the Valle de Maipo. The yellow plums are my new favorite fruit. Sweet and sour at the same time. Delightful. I also saw a crate full of these green beauties and had to ask the attendant what they were. Any guesses? Raw olives for making your own olive oil! No shit. I guess I've only ever seen brined olives, never fresh ones. You're telling me they don't grow with the little red bit stuffed in there? Jajaja

After the Central Market, we walked to the Parque General San Martin, which is humongous, about the same size as the entire downtown. You definitely need a game plan before exploring this park; otherwise, you can walk for miles inside it. We kept mostly to the eastern edge of the park, making our way from playground to playground, by a huge fountain, alongside the rowing lake, through a rose garden. It was lovely and the weather was perfect.

Inside the park is a cute, little natural sciences and anthropology museum, called Museo Moyano that we explored for 45min or so. It's free, yay!

The natural science side had a nice mix of fossils, animal skeletons, and nature dioramas. Got to learn more about some of the funky animals that live down in South America that we have had zero exposure to. Like this little guy. A tiny mole with armor on? It's actually a pink fairy armadillo that lives in the deserts and scrub lands of central Argentina. Ja!
The anthropological side had alot of info on native peoples of the Andes, artifacts, and such. One particular display I found interesting was this one on social castes in the 16th century, which labels children born from mixed race couples. There were so many different castes! And apparently they were very rigid. This is my North American ignorance talking, but not sure how anyone would be able to tell half of them apart.

At this point we had been walking around for 7 hours, and the boys were ready for a break, plus we were all starving. Drew found a good steak place back in town that was known for good beef at reasonable prices. When in Rome, right? We got two huge cuts of meat, a ribeye and a flatiron, as well as a really nice Malbec by Saint Felicien 2023. Drew claims he did the conversion from grams to lbs wrong, and he didn't mean to order as much as we did, but I'm not sure I believe him. We finished the ribeye entirely, about 1 kg or 2.2 lbs, and about half the flatiron, another 900g.

For our efforts, we were awarded prize heifer ribbons, aka fat kid awards. Apparently the only other person to achieve the same feat recently was a guy from Houston. No surprises there. Us Americans know how to chow.

Of course, after dinner, we weren't so full we couldn't have dessert, so we stopped by the gelato store next door. Best gelato I've had in ages. Another yummy reminder of the huge amount of Italian influence in Argentina.
After dinner, we needed to walk it off a bit, so we went to Plaza Independencia for a final playground session and a quick sprint through the Museum of Modern Art. The boys became local celebrities at the playground; this pack of girls from ages 9-13 thought they were the cutest things ever.
