The Lydia Blouse


The Lydia Blouse



This past weekend some girlfriends and I spent a day eating and drinking coffee. It definitely wasn’t our first day following this theme, but it still held a great note of specialness. I found a cafe that serves coffee in a bowl, not a tea cup. I give it a few days before they know me by name and by what I order. One bowl of coffee is not enough, two is much closer. That’s how they’ll know me; the girl whose body is 78% coffee. Our dinner was comfort food from back home for two of us. Being from Texas, and Christina being from L.A., we take comfort in taco seasoned beef over a layer of rice and corn, and beans topped with avocado, lime, sour cream, and cheese. Delicious! Each dinner we have follows with a more intense than the last food coma. This evening was extra special because we all dove into boxes filled with pictures of our Argentine friend’s past. It’s always shocking to see how far you’ve come from when you were 15. I’m glad it was her box we were looking through and not mine. I need a shovel to dig a hole and burry those.


Fashionable Cocktails

People still keep it together even if it’s 6:00am in Buenos Aires. I’m trained for the 2:00am last call, which definitely meant that I had to step it up to keep my eyes open and my high-heel endurance at the locals’ level. The boliche (club) life is definitely worth taking part in, but for me, it’s a challenge even with out drinking. Tip of the hat to you stylish portenos y portenas. Rush hour subway trains are filled with suits with brief cases and the late night fashionable herd heading towards breakfast and bed.


Fondue x 2

There is a place called the Old Hobbit in Villa Gesell, Argentina that is directly out of Lord of the Rings. Not even slightly hinting at the influence, but directly out of the book. The waiters are dressed as hobbits, and there is an old grandma hobbit that greets you at the door…rudely. The specialty on the menu is fondue everything. All the fondue specialties named after a character from the books. Even our dessert was fondue; fruits and cookies dipped in melted chocolate. Rather than ordering more fruit and cookies to finish off the chocolate fondue we grabbed our coffee spoons and finished it off and resulted in sugar highs. Think of the combination in our bellies: pork and fruit swimming in melted cheese and chocolate. This is a once in a decade type of experience for me, that is combining the two. Separately, I’ll conquer them any day. Two pots of melted substances downed, and two ladies with chocolate stained blouses led to an immediate turn in when we returned to the beach house. It was worth the bloating the following day. Well worth it.


Venti para Chally

black tank: Cheap Monday,   sweater: James Perse

pants: American Apparel,   boots: Salvatore Ferragamo

shawl: vintage from a Texan grandma,   leather bag pack: Frye

My go to coffee spot has changed for the last time. I used to sit at a few other cafes and eye the beautiful pastries on display, and order round after round of cafe con leches or cafe dobles. But now, I found a spot that I never thought I would frequent. It’s not for their quality, but for their quantity. I get so much coffee for the amount of Argentine pesos I pay. What is my go to coffee spot? It’s Starbucks, I know, I’m from Austin, TX where homegrown coffee shops grow faster than our grass. Places like Caffe Medici and Houndstooth used to be my go to places, but now that I’m in the land of small servings of coffee, Starbucks is the only place that recognizes my north American needs. I order a Venti cafe americano, which explains my dehydration, and I add a small amount of steamed milk to it. A coffee half the size of my arm for 14 Argentine pesos has changed my life. What’s funny is how many times I go to the same Starbucks in my neighborhood, Palermo Soho, and I order from the same cashiers, but they never get my name right. I even emphasize the “r” in my name by putting the latin style on the pronunciation and sounding it out as, “Charrrrrrrlie.” Then I made a second attempt by making a cultural reference that they could relate to and tied my name to the name of a living rock star legend in Argentina, Charlie Garcia, who is a crazy drug addict and quite the performer. They give me faces of confusion more so as to why I’m named after a drug addicted rock star and not as to why there is a girl in front of them with an english boy’s name. I’ve given up, and I’m fine with the name written on my Venti cup being, “CHALLY.” As long as the waterfalls are actually coffee, I’m fine with being Chally. Thank you Starbucks for satisfying my northern American needs. Hugs and kisses, Chally.