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Sunday, March 31, 2013

chocolate eggs

Easter at our place. It began with a cool, crisp morning outside, and warm jackets were put on.
It consisted of some eggs delieverd by Mr. Bunny.
Eggs with a surprise inside, and excited faces finding eggs.
A lot of chocolate eating.
It was subdued compared to other easter's past with cousins in Australia but overall there was plenty chocolate feasting and fun times.*










These chocolates come with 20 eggs. We had two packets and both had more than 20 eggs, one with 21 huevitos and the other with 22 huevitos. Someone does not know how to count. Or is it a machine that hands out the eggs?



The rest of the day was spent talking about so many things, eating chocolate, having a small lunch. We had an afternoon siesta, Joaquin drew a lovely easter card for his teacher, Jason made a quick white loaf of bread, and then in the afternoon we went for a walk with Bondi the dog. The kids rode their bikes and we played in the local playground. J cooked a lovely roast beef and so many roast vegetables and sloppy peas for dinner. **
It was a lovely day!

*We celebrate easter because it is traditional for J to do so, he remembers how fun it was growing up and having chocolate eggs. It is beginning to be a big celebration here in Argentina, the shops are filled to the brim with chocolate and there is a national holiday from Thursday 28 March to Tuesday 2nd April. I would eventually like to celebrate Pesach and introduce this celebration in my children's life. It is all up to me, I know.
**I really would have loved to gone camping but did not get around to go. Hopefully the weather stays nice and we can go and camp again soon.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Chickens, sheep, churros and a fair in Trevelin


We went to the fair in Trevelin, It is a Welsh town that is 30km away. Everything was on sale, from home made cakes, chocolates, puppets, vegetables, leather goods and wooden toys.
Zalia slept on the way in the car and stayed asleep in my arms.
We had traditional welsh lemon pie ($10 pesos), drank mate and ate tasty churros that were filled with dulce de leche.
We bought fresh vegetables that were on sale from a local"organic" farm, beetroot, garlic grown without pesticides (organic), shallots, potatoes, a big bag of carrots for $16 pesos.
We drank a lovely pink drink made with fresh berries and milk.



There were egg laying hens for sale for $200 pesos. They are rhode island reds and 4 month olds, nearly ready to lay. I would love to buy a few. They need to have 12 hours of sunlight a day to lay an egg a day. There were also many different varieties of birds for sale, including ducks and japanese white hens.
It seems that chickens have been around longer than Christopher Columbus in the Americas and were brought to southern south america by the polynesians based on a recent study on chicken bones in central costal Chile.



The merinos were there with their intelligent but worried faces.


Joaquin had fun sliding down the ramp with the other kids.





Friday, March 29, 2013

Easter and Pesach Patagonia

Austumn is definetly here.
The air is cooler, the leaves are turning orange and falling from the trees, the light is not as bright and does not stay in the sky for so long. The roses are still out, in full bloom, everywhere.





We begin rugging up, eating roasts at night. J still makes yummy bread with our own yeast.
The kids are busy with school and activities.
It is time for a break as seasons change.

La Abuela made chocolate eggs with real chocolate bought at Braese(no nasty vegetable oils like Palm Oil).
Chocolate was everywhere, it has to be warmed and then layed out and smoothed over.





Monday, March 25, 2013

37 years since the Military Dictatorship in Argentina

The golpe de estado occurred on the 24th March 1976. I was two years old and my brother one. My parents were in their mid 20s and had finished their university degrees and were working for government organisations. They were lucky, nothing happened to them. Though we lived in fear. It was a bleak horrible time. Argentina has suffered due to this, and keeps suffering.
We went to a little plaza to pay homage to the people that have gone missing, the families seperated, the babies given to new families and given new identities while their mothers and fathers were killed and destroyed.
Between 1976 and 1983 people were persecuted,captured,tortured  and assassinated- up to 30 000 people disappeared in Argentina (this was also going on in Chile, Uruguay and other parts of South America and Central America) and most were under the age of 35, students or workers. 
In Esquel, 5 people are known to have gone missing. Five people who were either in the doing their military practice in Esquel, born in Esquel but studying in Buenos Aires or La Plata. Young people with a life ahead of them.

At night we also went to see a wonderful movie. It is called Infancia Clandestina directed and partly written by Benjamin Avila. It is based on a real story, on his life, even though the events have been changed, it parallels Benjamin's life. I cried so much, it is very well done and touching and from the point of view of a young boy whose parents are Montoneros (a leftist urban guerrillas group of young people from Argentina during the 1960s- 1970s).
The movie touched me, as I was a young little girl during this time and my parents also went away. Some people in Argentina call the people who left Argentina "COWARDS", i think not, I think these people wanted the best for their family and did not want to get caught killed or destroyed. In the end, everyone suffers, the ones who stay, the ones who leave, the children who are born without their real birth parents and grow up in different families, the children who grow up in turile and such a horrid time, the children who leave the country with their parents and leave their family, friends and culture behind. I know we as a family suffered and we still suffer.  I hope this never happens again NUNCA MAS, here or anywhere.




Symbols for the Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo, the grandmothers of the disappeared who were white handkerchiefs on their head and march every week outside the Casa Rosada to have their children and grandchildren returned.






I know Australia went through something similar with the Australian aboriginal people and the homicides, the displaced families, the children that were taken away. Even the "home children" a common term used to refer to the child migration scheme founded by Annie MacPherson in 1869, under which more than 100,000 children were sent to Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and South Africa from the United Kingdom. These children were not disappeared, just taken from their families, taken to another part of the earth for a "better life". Like the aboriginal people of Australia and the stolen babies from Argentinian sequestered mothers.
"In Australia, such "Child Migrant" children are part of a larger group known as the "Forgotten Australians". "Forgotten Australians" is a term the Australian Senate has used to describe the estimated 500,000 children who were brought up in orphanages, children's homes, institutions or foster care in Australia up until the early 1990s.[16] "Child Migrants" refers specifically to the 7000 children who migrated to Australia under assisted child migration schemes. Child migrants were adopted or brought up in children's homes, institutions, orphanages or foster care. Many of these children experienced neglect and abuse while in institutional care." From here

Sunday, March 24, 2013

12/52

Zalia: She also went for a bike ride on Saturday. She does not peddle her bike as much as I would like her too, so I just pull her along. Her hair is starting to be easier to manage. I put her hair in plaits and it is easier to comb and keep in place for preschool every day!




Joaquin: I told him, I was going to take a photograph, for him to smile. So instead he frowned. He had a big weekend. Saturday four hours bike riding with other kids. Sunday playing with his 7 year old neighbour thomas trains, and lego trains and then bike riding in the afternoon. He will soon be able to ride his big silver bmx bike very well. 
                              "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

Sunday, March 17, 2013

11/52

                              "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."


Zalia: She still loves her baby. She takes her everywhere. She loves being outside, without shoes on and if she could she would not have any clothes on as well.


Joaquin: He plays with Zalia's doll house and then he spends hours playing with all the lego in the world, as well as building immense cities on mine craft.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

9/52

        "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

Zalia: This photo was taken by Joaquin, he is 5 she is 2 turning 3 next month



Joaquin: He is staring out at the mountains. The mountains are enormous, majestic, amazing. He is growing too. His second tooth fell out yesterday. He has begun to really love to go for "bush walks" (well these are our caminatas, we are no longer in Sydney, Australia but WIld Patagonia). He climbs and is very agile. We are smitten with him.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Walking on a Saturday Afternoon in Patagonia

We went for a walk.
The afternoon was gorgeous.
It is getting cooler at night and during the day, but warm enough not to wear jumpers all the time. We walked to the creek, then across the road where the La Trochita bridge is. We kept following the creek. It is running well as it has rained a lot in the last week.








The we decided to walk up the hill. The small hills that surround Esquel.
The view was beautiful. All the mountains around Esquel, so majestic so many colours.
Soon Autumn will be  here, soon there will be snow on the mountains.