 Sometimes I account my olive skin to  our numerous relatives who hail from this vast country...I have been  known to exaggerate and this is no exception. Although our travels  revolved around visiting numerous wonderful family members, the reach of  the family tree was distant enough to confuse the best of us after a  mere pint of beer, 3 fillet steaks, 5 blood sausages and a kilo of ice  cream. "So hang on a minute...you're my grandpa's, sister's,  grandchild's cousin...correct...?"
Sometimes I account my olive skin to  our numerous relatives who hail from this vast country...I have been  known to exaggerate and this is no exception. Although our travels  revolved around visiting numerous wonderful family members, the reach of  the family tree was distant enough to confuse the best of us after a  mere pint of beer, 3 fillet steaks, 5 blood sausages and a kilo of ice  cream. "So hang on a minute...you're my grandpa's, sister's,  grandchild's cousin...correct...?"Please do not get me wrong I am taking nothing away from our wonderful family, with whom I am certain we shall now begin to see on a more regular basis...its just that my "olive skin" is not because I am a descendant of some exotic, bronzed Argentinian god, in fact its not even olive at all. I am officially 100% a pasty English girl...but who cares, im proud.
The strangest thing about our trip is that nearly every family member out there is a Taylor....many, many Taylors. Very cool.
Anyway here are a few highlights from our trip:
 
 
