Subtle

With winter already underway, we went in search of another one in the surroundings that knew how to withstand the great wave of heat and drought that last summer left us. After a telephone conversation with Gustavo Gregorini, a fishing guide and connoisseur of different lagoon environments, we decided to go in search of the silver arrows to Los Claveles. After coordinating details, we left with my father, Nicolás Albanese, and our friend Jorge Olguín, to travel the 500 km that separated us from the Autonomous City of Buenos Aires along routes 3, 226, 51 and 76. The accommodation was…