The Road to Rio Day #4 “Here’s the Beef”

Today was our last day with our wonderful guide, Diego and driver, Mariano.  They took us to see La Boca, an area near the river that was the site of the original inhabitants of the city and later immigrants.  This is a poorer area of the city but attempts are being made to improve conditions.  Many of the homes have been converted to shops and they are made of some of the materials available at the time of the first settlers (specifically remnants from the ships that brought them here). The stores and homes are very colorful (see below).  Diego warned us that this area is fine during the day but not very safe at night.  No problem with that, this gringo knows what’s best for him.
We also took a tour of the opera house which was absolutely magnificent.  Unfortunately timing will not permit us to see a performance at this wonderful venue but that just gives us one more reason to return.
We also visited a book store that was previously a theater.  This too was a work of art. Made me feel guilty that I read all my books on the Kindle.
Diego recommended that we have dinner at La Cabrera (The Goatherder).  Interestingly the restaurant has 3 separate locations all within 100 steps of each other.  All three were packed and could not seat us.  We noted some empty tables outside one of the restaurants and they said we could sit there immediately.  They had outdoor heaters (remember I am with Patrice) so we decided to seize the opportunity.
Our meal was amazing.  We shared a steak and an order of potatoes with caramelized onions and both of us felt stuffed.  We have learned not to ask for our steak medium but rather medium well.  The meat arrived very pink and incredibly tasty.  We have learned that the Argentinians are similar to the Spaniards in that they prefer their meat cooked so you can still hear the cow calling for its mother while you are eating.  Medium is almost raw.  Medium-well works for me.  If you ask for Well-done they ask you to leave (the country).
Hasta luego,
Roberto
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The Road to Rio Day #3. “Evita and other Argentinian Treasures”

Today we toured a great deal of the city with our guide, Diego, and driver, Mariano. Diego taught us about the history of Argentina and specifically Buenos Aires.  We were able to learn about the current political situation, the economy and of course the country’s continued infatuation with Eva Peron.  We saw a monument erected to honor Evita and her grave site (see below).  As you might be able to see there are flowers at the grave site.  Diego told us that people place flowers there daily even thought it has been over 60 years since she died.

We toured the cathedral where Pope Francis supervised services as Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio.  We also were able to see a synagogue and Museo Judio (Jewish Museum).  We were shocked to find out that there are about 250,000 Jews in Buenos Aires and about 400,000 in the country.  It is hard to believe there are so many Jews in a country that I thought was a post World War II haven for Nazis.  Later in the evening we saw two men walking down the street wearing yarmulkes so I suppose those numbers might be correct.

No blog entry would be complete without a little discussion about food. Tonight Patrice and I had the ice cream cones to end all ice cream cones (see below).  We found this place (www.tufic-helados.com) last night but luckily we didn’t have any cash.  Tonight we weren’t so lucky so an attack on our cardiovascular system was the result.  I had menta granizada (mint chip) and dulce de leche granizada (you figure that one out).  After downing those monstrosities I needed to go to a gym and work out.  Instead I took a nap.
Tomorrow we head to parts unknown.
Helado luego, oops I meant hasta luego.  I guess I can’t stop thinking about that ice cream.
Roberto
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The Road to Rio Day #2 “The Motorcycle Diaries”

As most of you know the reason for this blog is to keep my 99 year old mother informed of the happenings in her baby boy’s life.  So first of all let me make one thing clear.  A motorcycle will not be part of this trip or any trip in my future.  Don’t let the title of this entry worry you mama.

Many of you have read the book or seen the movie entitled, “Motorcycle Diaries”.  It is the story of a young doctor learning the realities of life in South America during a motorcycle trip through the continent.  It was the start of the transition of young Dr. Ernesto Guevara into revolutionary Che Guevara.  What does this have to do with us?  Well Patrice and I are in the Che Guevara room of the Legado Mitico hotel in Buenos Aires.  There are pictures of Che all over the room (see below).
The hotel is lovely and the attendants are extremely nice.  They recommended a nearby restaurant called Don Julio.  We had an outstanding meal and our first taste of the famous Argentinian beef.  My mouth is watering as I write.
Prior to dinner we explored the area and found the streets and sidewalks in varying degrees of disrepair.  There is a tremendous amount of graffiti on the walls.  We look forward to starting our tour in earnest (no pun intended) tomorrow.
We met our first tour guide (Diego) this morning when he and our driver (Mariano) picked up us at the airport.  What a pleasure to have people waiting for us to take our luggage and our exhausted bodies directly to the hotel.
We look forward to tomorrow and the continuation of our South American adventure.
¡Viva la revolución!   Hmmm, I think I might need to change rooms.
Hasta mañana,
Roberto
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The Road to Rio Day #1 “On The Road Again”

Well not exactly on the road, more like up, up and away.  We are currently on our way from LAX for EZE also known as Buenos Aires, Argentina.  First we have to stop at JFK in NYC so I thought I’d SMT (Share My Thoughts) while relaxing up here about 35,000 feet above the Earth’s surface.  I just love the fact that I can connect from the plane. Patrice and I were fortunate to get upgraded to Business Class so this should be a fun leg.  I was just wondering, do they serve those fudge sundaes for breakfast?

Thank you to the many friends who have asked when we are going on vacation, telling me that you look forward to my ramblings online.  You are very kind and it still amazes me that anyone wants to read this except my dear and wonderful mother.
Hopefully this trip will be less eventful than the previous National Park tour that was interrupted in Terlingua, Texas by my kidney stone.  It was a lot more fun writing about that 85 mile drive to the ER to Big Bend Regional Medical Center (and the kind hands of Dr. Kyle McCombs) than it was to experience it.
An interesting note about the blog is that when I had my stone, the hits on the site almost doubled.  Apparently my readers love hearing about me in pain and misery.  I will keep that in mind when I write to you this trip.
No kidney stone so far but I did have the usual painful experience through TSA.  As usual they did their bang up job making sure no one brought a pen knife aboard the plane.  Not sure why they worry about a passenger bringing a knife when 60 minutes into the flight our flight attendant gave us 2 each (see photo).
I need to stop writing now, because it is time to practice my Spanish.
Arrivederci, oops I mean hasta luego.
Roberto
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Walking in Santa Monica

No fans, I am not going on another vacation…………………………….  yet.

This Sunday we will be participating in the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation Take Steps Walk in Los Angeles (actually in Santa Monica).  It is a fun day and gives me great pleasure to know that we are taking an active role in funding the research that will eventually find a cure for this problem.  Most of you, on this list, know that two of my three children have had to deal with Crohn’s disease since they were only 11 years old.  Although the thoughts of those early days when they were so very ill are still strong enough to bring tears to my eyes as I type this blog (making me a little nutty too, I first typed ears) I am so pleased how well all our children have done.  We all have challenges presented to us in life and my kids are no different.  All three of them have met their challenges  and are doing fine.  We are very, very proud of all of them.

Enough gloating about my wonderful children.  Tomorrow we walk.  You are all invited (especially those on the list who are in Spain, San Mateo, Florida, Chicago, Texas, Memphis, South Carolina, Italy, Indiana, Colorado, Fresno, North Carolina, New Orleans, Arizona, San Francisco and Pittsburgh, sorry if Ieft out your location).

Thanks to the help of many who follow this Blog we will be the top fundraiser for I think the 6th year in a row.  Each year our totals get bigger.  I only wish they would continue to increase but there would be 10 fundraisers topping our total.  If you have not participated and don’t want to be left out, the link to my Walk page is

http://online.ccfa.org/goto/DrRobertReiss2015

I seem to say the following quite frequently on the blog, please pray for good weather.  Looking a bit ominous right now.

Robert

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Home in LA but still traveling 

Patrice and I thought about heading down to San Diego to see the Pirates play the Padres today but after seeing them lose 3 straight games in St. Louis I was worried one more loss and I would become permanent persona non grata for all future Buc’s games.

Instead we decided to visit my dear mother.  Patrice has long wanted to go to the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library so since it isn’t too far from mama’s house we decided to do both. The Library was first on our agenda.

Upon entering the Library we were greeted by a smiling young lady who asked if this was our first visit (yes) and  had we been to any other Presidential Libraries (yes to that too).  “Richard Nixon’s?” she asked sporting a very Orange County like smile. “No, LBJ and JFK.”  Our answer resulted in a look of disdain from our “Greeter” but oh well, you can’t please everyone. The self-guided library tour was good but not great.  We loved seeing Air Force One.  The selling of pictures (taken by staff in front of the plane) and having a film promoting the Library App download for “only $2.99” seemed a bit cheesy.  I never was a big Reagan fan so my opinion might be tainted.  Love him or hate him I still got teary eyed at the end of the exhibit when they discussed his death and end of life suffering with Alzheimer’s disease (son Mike said that just prior to the President’s death he only knew his son as “The guy who hugs me”.)

After the museum it was off to see my amazing mother.  She is 99 but she knows much much more than that I  am the guy who hugs her. She was bragging about her great granddaughter and we talked about all sorts of things.  We also got to FaceTime with our daughters in Spain and the Grandsons in Northern California.

For dinner we headed to Boneyard Bistro in Sherman Oaks.  Patrice had read an article stating that this was a supreme BBQ place.  It was good but dinner just made me want to return to Memphis.

What a great day.  Today felt like I was making up for having to cut the vacation short due to my stone.

By the way, Pittsburgh lost 7-1.  Good thing I didn’t go.

 

Kidney Stone Tour Day #12 “Free at Last, Thank God Almighty I’m Free at Last”.

Today has been a wonderful day.  I had an early morning appointment to have my stent removed.  After a brief time in the recovery room to prove I was awake and all the plumbing was working they sent me home.

Dr. Garrett Matsunaga did a great job and he released me to full activity.  I asked, “How about sex?”  To which he replied, “Thank you but I’m married”.  (Just kidding, he didn’t say anything of the sort, that was just my little warped sense of humor at work).

After the hospital we headed to Tammies Corner Dinner for her famous muffins (also had some eggs too) and now I am relaxing at home.  It will be good to get back to work tomorrow.  Feeling normal sounds so incredible right now.

Thanks for all the support.

Robert

Kidney Stone Tour Day #11. “The End of the Ride is Near”

I’ve never been much of a fan of roller coasters and this little episode with my kidney stone hasn’t changed things.  As I rest here trying to get to sleep prior to my 5:30 AM curtain call at the hospital (actually I successfully negotiated a 6:00 AM arrival) my mind has been reflecting on our abbreviated vacation and this post vacation adventure.  A variety of things have come to mind which I’d like to share.  Some are questions while others are just observations.  No one needs to feel an obligation to answer any of the questions or make any comments. That being said, feel free to say what you like but just remember that your comments will be open for all the world to see.

1.) Why is it that St. Louis seemed so clean, no graffiti, no trash in the streets (damn the ballpark was near spotless) and smelled so good but the food was second rate?  On the other hand Memphis and New Orleans had lots of graffiti, trash and odors that defy description but the food was amazing?

2.) Sign on the roadside between Lake Charles and Lafayette, Louisiana “We have the best hookers!”  

3.) Why do people (I mean men) put gum in urinals?   Do they think it eventually dissolve?   Or maybe they think the poor guy (or lady) whose job it is to clean the bathrooms gets great satisfaction out of taking their hardened gum (I assume it’s hardened because I sure as hell didn’t touch the stuff) out of the urinal?   Is it really that difficult to just put it in the trash!  Or maybe I am missing some incredibly pleasurable experience in the manner in which I dispose of my gum?  I don’t chew gum so I guess that question will have to go unanswered.  

4.) I have still yet to see a beach ball at a baseball game except in the Los Angeles area.  Does this mean that the people in Boston, Washington D.C., Pittsburgh, Chicago and San Francisco actually go to watch the game rather than to hit a beach ball into the head of some poor unsuspecting soul (like me)?

5.) Speaking of baseball, it has not gone unnoticed by me that the Pirates have  been almost unbeatable since we saw them lose 3 straight in St. Louis. 

6.) Lastly after reviewing my blog statistics I found many more views and comments during the kidney stone tour than during the National Park Tour.  Am I led to believe that people were more interested in reading about me rolling on the floor praying for death than hearing about the wonders of the Archway to the West or the Carlsbad Caverns?

Well it’s off to bed with me.  Sorry for any typos tonight because my copy editor is already asleep.  She is much better at sleeping than I am.  Maybe the fact they aren’t going to be pulling a 12 inch stent out her urinary system through her penis (sic) allows her to rest a little easier?  

I’m sure I’ll be fine but I’ll try to give you one final update sometime after the procedure.  Thank you for all the kind comments and emails.  
Robert 

Kidney Stone Tour Day #7 “And On The 7th Day God Said Let There Be Water”

Okay, okay, I know I’m taking liberties with the bible.  Well the 7th day was not a day of rest.  No sir, the catheter came out and Robert’s plumbing system was back at work.  Minimal burning and some remnants of who knows what came down the pipe.  Who cares, it works and I can leave the hospital.  

I plan to chill out the next few days until my book group meets on Sunday to discuss “The Boys in the Boat”.  What is the deal?  Seems like my life is surrounded by water these days.  

Drama has seemed to end….. for now.   Stent comes out on next Tuesday. 

Thanks for all the support. It’s time for us to start planning our next trip.  

Robert 

Kidney Stone Tour Day #6 “The Stone is Gone, But Not Without a Little More Drama”

Today we arrived at the hospital, as instructed, at 9:30 for my 11:30 surgery.  Since I hadn’t eaten since last night’s dinner I wasn’t at all concerned about the procedure because all I could think about was how much hunger I had.  

Pre-op prep went smoothly, when I was greeted by a very friendly and efficient nursing staff.  I was also very pleased that Rita Moorman, MD was going to be my anesthesiologist.  Rita is a friend of my partner, Allen, (business partner, remember Patrice is assigned those more personal partner responsibilities).  Rita was my anesthesiologist when the hardware was removed from my hip one year following my hip fracture repair.  She did a great job then and again today. 

Surgery went beautifully.  My surgeon, Garrett Matsunaga MD, performed like Luke Skywalker in scrubs.  He sought out the alien intruder in my left ureter (if you don’t know what a ureter is shame on you for not reading my previous posts)  and then took out his light-saber (aka laser) and blasted the little M-F-er into 3 segments (see below).
In recovery things didn’t go as well.  Unfortunately I could not void.  I think the main problem was that I have a large prostate (like all men of my age) and because of the trauma from surgery it burned when I tried to urinate.  That resulted in a “perfect storm” and retention was the result.  A catheter was placed and 775 cc of urine was drained.  For those not in the medical field that is a huge amount of urine and results in bladder stretching requiring rest to recover.  So right now I am resting  my bladder in bed with a urinary catheter in place (my worst fear realized).  The plan is on the board at the foot of my bed (see below).  The catheter will be d/c (discontinued) in the morning and I can go home once I make water. 

Let’s pray for the ability to make water (I’m taking about me pee-ing, the drought prayers can come later)
Robert