Llama-Time

I came back to Buenos Aires from northern province Jujuy (pronounced Hoo-hoo-ee) with a new obsession for all things llama: llama-woolen sweaters, sweaters with llamas on them, little mini llamas carved from pure NaCl found in the salty flat lands (Las Saltinas), tamales filled with llamas...you get the point.

I know llamas are not just about being soft and fuzzy; I've heard that they enjoy spitting on whomever/whenever they want. But since I luckily wasn't a victim, I've decided to overlook this minor detail. What's my only regret? Unfortunately since I haven't weighed 30 kilos (66 lbs) since I was six, I have to give up on my dream of riding on a llama's back up and down the region's multi-colored mountains. It's a dream about as hopeless as hanging out in the pouch of a kangaroo, which, as a kid, I hoped I would one day do...(actually I'm still holding out for this).

Huge digression. Enjoy the photos.

Red rocks.

¡Hot damn cacti!

Terrifying monument commemorating the indigenous people's independence.
Note ominous clouds rolling in.

Path running down the local cemetery.

Town cemetery; reminds me of Greece; quite different from Recoletta Cemetery.

Dirt road behind the scary statue.

Lovely little water bottle peaking through.

Gymnastics in Las Saltinas.  

We (mostly me) went a little wool-crazy in the store.
Lady wanted to kill us.

P.S. Just so EVERYONE now knows, Ani Zotti (anichampionoftheworld.blogspot.com) took the last photo. She wanted me to award her the credit she most definitely deserves.