Last Day in Ramallo

There is just something to say about family.  This trip has been a great way to connect back with them and get to know them all over again.

On our last day in Ramallo, we spent lunch with my Aunt Carmen and her family. They set up their garage with tables, and had the paralla all ready when we arrived with 8 chickens cooking nicely.

We sat around the table and enjoyed the great company while at the sametime Russ practiced his spanish with my family. I think Russ was enjoying the meal so much that he said “Oh My God” alot and it quickly got caught on by the members of my family who kept repeating it and laughing everytime they said it.

After lunch, Russ and I started to explore my Aunt’s surrounding neighbourhood and my father suggested we walk a few blocks and explore the farm where he had been raised when in Ramallo. He had never told me this before and I had never asked before, but the history of our family is so strongly rooted in Ramallo, Argentina.

Later on that afternoon, my father headed down to get the lamb he had ordered for the big dinner that was planned that night.  There was some confusion as to where the dinner would be held. Initially we had planned to have it near the river on the beach, but alas with the wind and the cooler weather we ended up renting a club house close to my Aunt Carmen’s house instead which proved to be a better choice in the long run.

As we watched my father and uncle prepare the feast, we all began to play games outside the club and I connect strongly with my cousins again and their children. Russ was having a blast and it should as his spanish kept improving slowly. I at one point was taken back by all the requests from family members to ask Russ stuff, but took it all in stride.

I am not one to eat lamb, never really liked it, but the way my uncle and father prepared the fresh lamb was unbeatable. The flavour of it, the tenderence of the meat were amazing. There wasn’t a single piece of lamb left that night. A truly amazing way to spend our last night in Ramallo.

The next morning we picked up my Aunt Nelly from my uncle’s farm and headed back into Buenos Aires where Russ and I had planned to spend the rest of the week downtown exploring what the city has to offer.