La Vida Errabunda

The sun was warm as we got off bus #10 at el camino de vino the wineries of Maipu, just outside of Mendoza. It was shaping up to a summer day, despite the fall season. Nobody in their right mind would bike from winery to winery in Napa Valley. But in Maipu and the carefree mind of Argentina, why not? We rented our bikes with baskets before noon, and started off with map in hand and plan in mind. Our first winery included free wine. The wine was perhaps the worst thing to ever to touch my lips; I don't think it was even worth being free. But the winery was pretty and included a tour of fabcrica de vino wine factory. Copa gratis In the dry desert of Mendoza, olive grow aplenty. The olive oil farm we went to included not only plenty of delicious oils and tapenades, but also liqours. We tried some absinthe, which brought tears to eyes and cleared sinuses. Absinthe flames We road the long journey (about 8 km) up to Di Tommaso, a beautiful family-owned winery.

Cielos con sol, alergias malas y muchas fuentes. Sunny skies, bad allergies and many fountains. Our Media Trip to Mendoza was part of our program, meaning Carolina was coming with us, a nice hotel, and planes. Oh, the luxurious ways of traveling. We landed in the desert of Mendoza in early afternoon. It hardly ever has rain, which makes it perfect for growing the Malbec grapes. It was a clear day, but not refreshing. As soon as we got to the hotel, we already noticed problems with our allergies. The city has many trees to try and help the problem, but our city bodies just couldn't handle all the fall air. After check-in and a rest, we went to the media conglomerate for a tour and meeting, Diario Uno. It is made up of a daily newspaper, an online version, a TV station and a radio station. We discussed the media climate in Mendoza, which is relatively free of the controlling government advertisements. It was the most zen building I have ever seen for a newsroom and very pretty

Within two days, it was a perfect contrast of city and country life in Argentina. On Sunday, my family and I enjoyed a few of the many ferias around the city. Shopping, eating, and enjoying the summer weather (thought it's supposedly fall). A city day meant a trip to the Recoleta Cemetery, just a few blocks from my apartment. My family didn't understand why I insisted we go, until they saw the beauty of the place that holds thousands of the wealthiest Argentinian's bodies. Wyatt even enjoyed it for a while I also wanted to my family to see Eva Duarte-Peron's final resting place. Perhaps the most famous women from Argentina ever, the country still has a love affair with her, as the fresh flowers, rosaries, and prays showed on her small mausoleum. Eva's tomb Dinner meant one thing: la carne . It was time my parents experienced the legendairy (yes, that is a pun) meat. For any tourist, a necessary stop is La Cabrera. After ordering th