“What kind of meat do you want?”, he asked. “Beef”, I said, “but I don’t know how to cook it. Do you?”. “Of course. I’m Argentinian!”, he stated matter of factly, without any hint of arrogance. Back at the hostel, we started the “Parrilla” (grill. Pronounced: pareesha). Very skillfully, he manouvered the burning coal and … More Argentinian Carne!