Short on Beans

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507576433028030758.post-50411632713047082182008-02-03T15:51:00.000-06:002008-02-03T16:25:11.878-06:00Short on Beans<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4Tv9UBlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UzMJg3BWRVI/s1600-h/STA_2401.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875934769153618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4Tv9UBlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UzMJg3BWRVI/s320/STA_2401.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was fortunate enough to visit the Santa Fe province in 1991, on a Group Study Exchange Program sponsored by Rotary International. Back then, the area was dominated by dairy farms and milk processing plants. Today it is one huge soybean field, from the asphalt to the horizon, with afew cornfields here and there. About 80% of the wheat fields have been planted with double crop beans, also. <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4T_9UBmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RoRsIviJGyw/s1600-h/IMG_2391.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875939064120930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4T_9UBmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RoRsIviJGyw/s320/IMG_2391.JPG" border="0" /></a> Last time I was here, I remember saying that if I ever came back to Argentina, I would return to Carlos Pellegrini. These kids reminded me why. <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4Uf9UBnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VoVAFOLG4gI/s1600-h/IMG_2394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875947654055538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4Uf9UBnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VoVAFOLG4gI/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" /></a> I got to sneak a few shots of big brother convincing little brother it was time to open his piggy bank. <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4Uv9UBoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/laLItJLPxZc/s1600-h/IMG_2393.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875951949022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y4Uv9UBoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/laLItJLPxZc/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y36_9UBhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/R7ly10oRCog/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875509567391250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y36_9UBhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/R7ly10oRCog/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" /></a> With a few pointers on technique...... <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y37P9UBiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v2BEdPChVac/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875513862358562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y37P9UBiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v2BEdPChVac/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /></a> ...and a bigger rock.... <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y37f9UBjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xGLNGtHKpKg/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875518157325874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y37f9UBjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xGLNGtHKpKg/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" /></a> the deed was done, and all came out to see how much was there. <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y37v9UBkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ytfb7AMFvr8/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875522452293186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzOlpGH-jbk/R6Y37v9UBkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ytfb7AMFvr8/s320/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" /></a> Later that night, Miguel and his wife Chrisina, Alberto and his wife and Waldemar treated me to a wonderful meal and hospitality fit for a king, reminding why I wanted to return to this beautiful town. acolytehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045230114079036601noreply@blogger.com