Patrick Clinton Photo
Buenos Aires,
First stop in Argentina, I had about 8 hours waiting time before the next connecting flight to Mendoza.. I roamed the streets with absorbing eyes. I see the beauty, the hustle, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
These are times I'm proud growing up in Brooklyn, My survival wits comes out. All well as the time past, I grab an amazing steak, before continuing my journey to Mendoza.
From the hood, to the valley of the finest grapes on earth and the most exquisite cuisine Mallmann style.
I meet the locals, this day the grapes pickers were all women wearing scarfs to avoid bee stings in the vineyards. A demonstration from the chef and last not least a tour of private wine stock barrels being age with my name on it. I got so happy until I look closely the last name was Clinton, but the first name was not Patrick.
