Vino?

Bewitched by the warmth and bright lights of a modern grocery store in an upscale neighborhood of Buenos Aires, Alexa and I staggered in. After our initial hot and sunny day, the rains came and didn´t stop for our remaining two days in the city. This did not stop us from walking for miles and miles around the city, but it did make things damp (at one point we stopped outside a bread shop because a vent was blowing warm air with a nice aroma...we were a little desperate...and we´re still adjusting to the idea that it is autumn here and thus we should dress accordingly).

Wet, hungry and cold we marveled at the packaged lettuce and cereal that we hadn´t previously been able to locate. After a few laps around the store, I stopped to gather my things and turned to find that Alexa had vanished. I located her in the large wine section -- apparently having a conversation with the young, attractive wine guy. I was a bit surprised to find that he was speaking Spanish, but was later told that she was simply smiling and nodding (a skill she perfected in Japan) as he was expounding on the dryness of several white wines. Once I arrived on the scene, we directed him to the red wine section and he continued his explanation of various grapes...needless to say we walked away with a very tasty bottle of red that cost as much as the package of the fancy lettuce. KKG