La Vida Errabunda

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...

I shook Ashley awake at 8:00 am. "Get up, we are going hiking." I heard noise. I poked my head out onto our room's porch. Rain by the b uckets. "Never mind, go back to bed."  We slept on our bunks until the ripe old time of 10:30. Hiking was out of the picture, do to the lightening and downpour. So we decided to switch days around and head to Villa General Belgrano. As we waited for our two hour bus ride (it was supposed to be 1.5) Ashley made a friend. When she went back into the bus building, he sprinted after her. Look  at his loyalty! The bus ascended into the Sierras, and we found ourselves next to a mountain lake. If it was sunny, we would have skipped the town and gone swimming. It was absolutely beautiful, with a lot of people house boating. We then got into the adorable German town. The architecture, food, and music was typical German themed, and quite funny in the middle of Argentina. We noshed on some typical fare, walked arou...