ON THE ROAD TO FINCA GUALFIN
The Thoroughfare into Gualfin
Just last week, Dad and I sat under bare trees in the pale winter sunshine of Paris. Now, we’re on the other side of world, in late summer. Arriving in Buenos Aires last week, we shed our sweaters and walked out into sunny, warm Palermo Soho through leafy tunnels of plane trees arching over the cobbled streets
Running the Cattle, The Yerra of 2017
The trip from Molinos to Gualfin was short, dusty and familiar. Except for the electric lines. These now run up the valley from Molinos to the fincas of Colomé and Amaicha. They cut across the road to Gualfin, disappearing into the mountain-shielded vineyards and fields of finca Taquil…
Safe and Sound at Gualfin
El Obuno looks eagerly out at the approaching cattle. He can’t wait to get to work.
We finally arrived at Gualfin this morning.