Wondering with a Maté

There are drinks you make for yourself. And there are drinks that only really make sense when someone else is in the room. Maté is the second kind.

Some of these cafés we have been going to for years. Long before Matelo existed. We found them during lunch breaks when the office needed escaping, or on weekend mornings when inspiration had to come from somewhere other than the house.

Recoleta is not where you go to find Buenos Aires at its most chaotic. It is where you go to find it at its most considered. We were there on our honeymoon. And somewhere between the art market at Plaza Francia and the long evenings that seemed to stretch further than evenings do at home, we noticed something. Everyone outside had a gourd.