Mendoza

So i just got back from an unbelievable trip to Mendoza. It's about 13 hours west of Buenos Aires kinda on the Chilean border and in the foothill of the Andes.

my new favorite form of travel in south america is the buss. For just a little bit extra you can have a seat that lays completely flat to turn into a bed, pillow, blankie, dinner (with wine of course), breakfast, and a couple of movies (Spanish Memory Work?). We left around 7ish and arrived bright and early the next morning having saved on dinner, breakfast, and a nights stay.

Once there, we headed out to Miapu, a small town just outside of Mendoza. The got dropped off in front of a bike shop who gave us a map of 11 winerys and sent us off on our bikes. we spent the day drinking and riding and drinking and eating. P.S. The more wine you drink, the easier the ride back got 11kilometer.

we headed back to the hostel for showers and dinner. then next morning we were awakened by what i like to refer to as the "sock inquisition". my bunkmate's laundry seemed to have come back a few pairs of socks short Whick all were meant to be questioned relentlessly. We laughed and headed out for spa day!

An hour later we had drive up into the mountains and dropped of at a beautiful hotel and spa along a river bed in the mountains. Here, hot spring flowed from small rock pool rock pool to making each one a little cooler than the last. We baked in mud, got a message, had some tasty food and 7 hours later, headed back down the mountain. ahh .... i love spa day!

we got back only to discover that the "inquisition" had now been turned into gorilla attacks. Elana was missing socks and mine were spread across the room. Also, Elana's never before been used sleepingbag had been confiscated due to fear of bed bugs.

the nights plan was to dine on super tasty tapas at a restaurant that was super recommended and then head out to a jazz club for a little live music.

the restaurant was closed.

the jazz band played two songs and called it a night.

i think the most important thing I've learned in Argentina is, do not expect things to go as planned. people here do what they want, when they want open, and close when they want.

our last day was spent touring the city and yep, more wine tasting. this place was a bit more serious. i took notes and everything. if only i had stopped at the tasting and not continued to the drinking i would have taken those notes with me. oh well, someone will enjoy them.

Bye Mendoza.

Hope to come back real soon.