Post #37
I didn’t know that the town “El Calafate” was named after a small, dark-blue berry native to Patagonia. Jason and I slowly figured things out, and we both fell in love with the lavender-colored El Calafate ice cream.
Apparently, there is a legend that those who eat these berries will one day return to Patagonia, reminiscent of throwing a coin into the Trevi fountain in Rome.
So after that we had scoops whenever we were near an ice cream parlor that had some. I even found this flavor in Ushuaia.
Because these sweet-and-sour Magellan Barberries were out of season, I looked for dried berries. No luck.
I looked for teas containing dried El Calafate, and after much hunting did find some, mixed with other ingredients.
Bringing the tea home might help me with making that legend true. Argentina is full of delights!


We rounded a corner and then went up to the Magellan Penguin nesting area. We walked so close to them that we could have touched them if we had wanted to. The males use their beaks to dig out one nest during their lifetime. What a lot of work! And they mate for life.
Tristan added a rainbow for our return trip.
First we walked near the Gentoo penguins that had migrated from Antarctica. It is believed they followed a ship for the 36-hour crossing. There are about 80 of this type on the island. They construct their nests out of pebbles.

