What I’ve Been Up To…

Wow, I can’t believe it has been a month since I have sat down and written anything. Brazil and Buenos Aires seem so long ago, possibly another lifetime. Since then, I’ve cut a route through the middle of Argentina, returned to Chile, met up with friends there, and crossed off another major bucket list item.

After Brazil, I ran briefly through Buenos Aires to make a connection to Rosario, the third largest city in Argentina and the birthplace of one of the most famous Argentinians: Che Guevara. I walked by the house he was born in, strolled along the river, and visted the nation’s flag monument. The monument commemorates the location where the blue and white flag of Argentina that we all know today was first flown in a revolutionary action in 1812. But the weather was so hot, humid, and frankly disgusting (with these giant cicada/dragonfly things flying into you at every turn) that I quickly decided to move on to my next stop: Cordoba.

Cordoba is the second largest city in Argentina, center of the Spanish colonial activity in Argentina for a long time, and home to the oldest university in the country. The Jesuit Block (#UNESCOWorldHeritage) dates back four hundred years, and the cathedral here is perhaps one of the most gorgeous I have ever seen. It’s also surrounded by glorious countryside, with lots of little mountain towns around where Argentinians and Germans (lots of them pass through or settle here, not just Nazis) come to enjoy the Alpine-like beauty and some nature walks. I decided to head out to the pedestrian city La Cumbrecita for a couple of days to enjoy some fresh air and nature.

After days of hiking and drinking beer, I went back to Cordoba for a bit. Far from being old and out-dated, the univeristy population means it’s a vibrant, libral center of activity with clean parks, great restaurants (I swear I had the best hummus of my life here), and cheap bars. Unfortunately, I also had the flu while I was here so although I stayed here about a week, three days were spent not moving from my bed. Even so, I still really liked this city.

But cheap bars don’t hold a candle to wine country, and in South America Mendoza Argentina is the Mecca for us wineos. Naturally, I couldn’t leave Argentina without going there. It’s a beautiful mid-sized city, lined with trees, in the shadow of the Andes, and surrounded by a dizzying number of vineyards (or maybe it’s all the wine that makes you dizzy?). In addition to walking around the flat, leafy town, I took a wine tour.

Although there are bike tours and the wine bus (which someday I will return and try) I decided I wanted to splurge and do the whole thing up right, where a van picks you up at the hotel, takes you out for tours and tastings at multiple vineyards, serves you a gourmet lunch, and drops you off with a full tummy and that dizzy head I was talking about earlier. I was with a good group, we had a fabulous time, and I would love to do it again sometime.

But for the forseeable future, I continue my travels. After a couple of weeks traveling alone, my next stop was to head down to Bariloche to meet up with a friend I met through Spanish class in Buenos Aires. I’ll save my re-entry into Chile for another post. Happy travels!

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