True Grit

Traveled 14 hours by bus to a wonderful land of all things marvelous: steak, gauchos, mountains, wine, parks, and olive oil. ¡Oh Mendoza! How lucky I was to ride horseback in your Andes; share steak around a campfire with new Swiss, Dutch, and Criollo amigos; get lost in your park that rivals the public gardens I always run around in Palermo; casually sip from Argentina's finest 16-peso ($4 USD!!!) bottle riverside with friends; (only a little bit) tune out during your vineyard/olive oil factory tours while waiting for the pass-out of samples (kind of like I'm doing right now in class-- minus the wine -- as I draft this blog post and simultaneously inspect the one dread lock hanging out the back of the head of the girl sitting in front of me. Why Argentines find these matted rat-tails attractive I will never understand); and finally, go paragliding (with an instructor strapped to my back-- don't worry), flying in, around, and above the mountains.

Yeah. That's what I did over the weekend. Not completely sure what could top all of that. And what was the most excellent conclusion to the trip, you ask? Watching Lady Gaga music videos on the 14-hour bus ride all the way back to Bs. As.

Getting ready for the "sunset" horseback ride.

Butch Cassidy. And the Sundance Kid.

COOL CLOUD. 

Cheesy pose in a gorgeous park.

Mount Fuji. (Not actually).

Dat's me on a horse!

Proof we did something cultural.

So Amelia Earhart right now.

View from above.

Some Andes encircling Mendoza City.

Doesn't this look like a postcard?

On a side note:

My new dog, Scarlett.

From the Lewie archive.
Maybe the real Scarlett won't need little red booties to protect her little paws.

Yes, she'll do just fine.