Left Bloomington on Saturday afternoon, arrived Argentina Sunday afternoon. Dinner at Mendoza’s Azafrán, delicious and beautiful, for example almond soup with shrimp, a corn stew with goat cheese. Sunday night streets lively with families and tourists. Late summer evening that feels very like mid size cities in Spain or Italy. Though here the plazas are green spaces and old buildings are early 19th century.
This morning visited a family owned winery with the youngest brother as our very congenial guide. Their vineyards are bordered with olive trees in one area, roses in another. They have different grapes growing in different vineyards each one a microclimate. Harvest is about to begin. My favorite wine, to my surprise, a Cabernet Franc.
It is very hot here, 95 or so, dog days of summer. The snow capped Andes are just to the west. Tomorrow we’ll cross the mountains by “micro” (that’s a full sized bus by the way) to Valparaiso, Chile.
Still feel like I’m landing, though the distance to home and the notion of the daily increases hour by hour.
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