Buenos Aires – Hijos de putas politicos
1/21/20 – 1/29/20 After a rest day of swimming in the reservoir of Villa Union, we got back on the road. Ruta Provincial 49 detours from Ruta 40 and cuts through a steep sandstone canyon that feels like an ancient sculpture garden. Kissing rock, bird rock, mushroom rock, cloud rock, and my personal favorite, old
Performance enhancing hugs
1/17/20 – 1/20/20 We commandeered the garden hose from the plaza in Londres to fill our water and then proceeded to wash ourselves. The women maintaining the flowers didn’t seem to mind this, although I received a pair of sour eyes when I started dumping baby powder down the front of my shorts to combat
Craft beer and kalamata olives
1/9/20 – 1/17/20 Soph had been in Salta for about a week by the time I arrived. “Look look, look in the fridge.” I looked. There was fresh ravioli, fresh salami, olives, parmesan cheese, prosciutto, and basil. “And look over here.” Fine extra virgin olive oil, a fresh baguette, a local Malbec, and croissants. “They