When I was talking about the Argentineans visiting us, some of you may have wondered what the hell maté was. Well, here’s a picture of me drinking a maté that Nacho and Julia brought me, in all it’s gourd-and-metal-straw glory. It doesn’t contain caffeine or any stimulants, but tell that to my body at 11 p.m.! Recently, about 95% of the content of this blog has been written by me and my trusty maté. (Don’t worry, I still have my first love: coffee. It’s just that I drink that coffee in the morning and till about 3 p.m., when I switch to maté. And I don’t like writing much in the mornings).