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Grab your poncho and throw on a pair of alpargatas because this gringa is walking you through some of the most breathtaking spots that northwestern Argentina has to offer. Here we go! Jujuy and Salta.

Getting there

My flight left …

It’s evening in the City of Buenos Aires. Workers travel home from their offices, pausing in cafes for a cup of coffee and a medialuna. Across the world in New York City, people race into Starbucks before the evening …

Quick geography lesson. You know Mendoza? Officially, it’s a desert. But, thanks to the fact that the region receives an abundance of water from Andes snowmelt, canny agronomists grow vines – and grow them spectacularly well – in this barren …

This brilliant one week event was conceived by Wines of Argentina and offers a variety of activities revolving around the most distinctive of all Argentine grapes – Malbec. Talks with experts, discounts, open air and free tastings are just a

So, you love drinking wine but you’re not totally sure how to spell oenology. You’ve spotted a couple of labels at your local supermarket that have – to your novice palate – a great value for the money. Since you

We’ve all played Drink While You Think, but here’s how to add a new, selfless twist to the classic boozing game. In this all-new, conscientious version, Think While You Drink allows you to purchase wine confidently knowing the bodega …

February still spells summer in Buenos Aires, and it pairs up with the pesky drone of dengue transporters that lie low until the scorching sun sets. That’s right, it’s still a mosquito-infested sweat pit in BA – and will be …

While in Mendoza Province today, President Mauricio Macri announced the state will buy AR$ 100 million worth of excess stock from small wine producers as a way to help the industry, which has been going through a crisis lately (more …

I’ve had my fair share of Christmas dinners in Argentina – and 17 years after my first, they still baffle me. It can’t be any fun for the asador sweating over coals on an invariably sticky Nochebuena, while just

Bloody hell. Just when I have the chance to write about run-off, there’s no rosé in my bleeding fridge. See what I did? I just sneakily mentioned TWO ways of making pretty pink wine in one teeny tiny breath.