Lots has happened since horseback riding. I went to Cafayate, took lots of pictures of what might the most beautiful natural place in Argentina, drank lots of Torrontes. Went back to Mendoza and went skydiving—oh yes. Skydiving. Came back to Santiago, for one last night with my Santiago family and a feast of margaritas and some food, too. And now, in just two short hours, I go to the Santiago airport and begin the process of about 30 hours in and out of different airplanes before I’m back home.
It’s been crazy. I have just been doing too much, and without much access to wifi, to have kept you all up on these last final days in South America. I’m not done blogging yet—so many pictures still! The SKYDIVING! And I still have to count all the hours spent in busses over the past three months! But just know that it will probably be another three days or so until I have stable Internet.
So, here’s a vague summary of the time since Buenos Aires:
-Left BA for Cordoba and the sensational promise of skydiving
-A 14-hour bus ride later, we arrived to drizzling rain in Cordoba and found that skydiving was not possible due to the weather—and nor were any of the replacement activities we had planned, like horseback riding and cave trekking
-We saw “This Is War” instead, and that was probably the most eventful thing that happened in Cordoba besides that awesome Arabic restaurant and chatting with the hostel owner
-Another 11-hour bus ride and we arrived in Salta, after hearing nothing but “Ah, SALTA! It’s the MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACE IN ARGENTINA!”
-Despite massive rains, Salta is already a winner. And here’s why…
Skittering up the teleferico in cable cars delivering impressive panoramics of the city and a fantastic dinner with a glorious bottle of local Torrontes—what this region is known for. Horseback riding with gauchos followed by an unlimited asado of the best meat in Argentina with the best possible company, in the most beautiful countryside that Argentina has to offer, with magically refilling wine glasses and mist rising from the fields of corn and beans after the rain, with cloudy mountains lingering in the background. Tomorrow, a day trip to Cafayate, where more wine waits, and more expressive scenery, and, obviously, more things to fall in love with.
And now, right now, with a gifted glass of the local beer, at my hostel “Salta Por Siempre” (Salta Forever), with a local cigarette, and the casual chatter of four or five different languages. Yes, Salta por siempre indeed.
Meredith Westin is a dear friend from my dear city, Minneapolis. She takes great pictures, you know, being a professional photographer and all. She has just joined me for the last leg of my trip in Argentina.
Calma Chicha is a Buenos Aires boutique style home goods store, specializing in throw rugs and pills made out of cow hide. To my righteous vegan sister, I apologize: I bought one of those tremblingly gorgeous checkered cow hide rugs for the living room. I’m sorry, but it was absolutely necessary.