If a guest comes to visit, they must be fed.

It doesn't matter why they're here.

For five minutes? Food.

Get something? Coffee first.

Come in to chat? Someone's already cutting bread and getting out cheese.

You can say, "Thank you, I'm not hungry at all," ten times—it won't change anything. Mom will look at you with an "of course, of course" expression and, five minutes later, place a plate in front of you.

And it's not so much about the food as the attitude.

For us, hospitality is a way of saying, "You belong here."

This is especially noticeable when the family gets together. The table becomes the center of the entire house, conversations grow louder, someone argues, someone laughs, children run between the chairs, and food magically appears endlessly.

And, of course, mate.

It's perfectly normal for us to sit for a long time, passing mate around and talking about everything under the sun. It's not just a drink. It's a reason to stay for another hour.

That's probably why, for me, home isn't a perfect interior.

It's a place where someone will always ask you, "Have you eaten yet?"

And even if you say "yes," they'll still put something on your plate.

Because that's how love sometimes looks in Argentinian families. ❤️