Our tour guide Estevan was messing with this baby llama at a roadside market. He was trying to get the llama to spit at him. He never succeeded, but the llama did pucker up several times as a threat.
Daddy llama was sitting down next to his son, keeping a close eye on Estevan.
Later that night, I had my first taste of llama steak, a specialty in Northwest Argentina. It's lean and tough, almost chewy, but it was very very tasty. This particular dish was served with rellenos stuffed with guacamole.
SometimesI know just how that little llama felt - kind of like drawing your foot up to stamp it then stopping halfway down, powerless to emote
Posted by: nancy morrow | November 24, 2009 at 05:24 PM