After two weeks of eating our way through Tucuman, Jimi and I decided it was time to embark on a roadtrip. Lonely Planet Argentina called Tafi del Valle a “lovely hill town.” Jimi remembered it as a sleepy little valley where his family went on vacations during the hot summer months. Tafi was only a two-hour bus ride away and offered a nice change of scenery— good enough of an excuse for me!
One of the main reasons (excuses?) I decided to move to Argentina was to learn the language. While I had three years of high school Spanish and always ordered “café con crema” from my favorite snack bar server at Annandale, in all honesty, my Spanish is terrible.
The first thing I noticed when I stepped outside the Buenos Aires airport was the air. It was my first breath of fresh air in over 45 hours; I could literally taste the difference on my tongue. The air was also chilly. I had left hot, muggy California summer behind and was entering the crisp bite of Argentina spring. I stood there a moment, breathing in the air and letting my eyes take in the sights of my new home for the next six months. My revelry was abruptly ended as Jimi waved me forward, calling out, “Vamos!” I readjusted my grip on my suitcases and followed him towards the shuttle platform.
Remember how a picture says a thousand words? This is a landscape photo of Patagonia, copied directly from a google images search. When I showed it to my dad, he said, “Wow, that looks more like a painting.” When I showed it to my boss, he said, “I bet you could catch some huge fish in that lake.” The first time I saw it, I thought of Tolkien’s Misty Mountains and the Mines of Moria glowing with gold.
My alarm woke me up at 8:30am. Monday morning, again. Only— this was a good Monday morning. I had worked the whole weekend so today was my day off. I hit the snooze button, mentally calculating how many more times I could hit it and still make good use of my day.
I recently celebrated my 25th birthday. Not only was I reminded numerous times that I was a quarter-of-a-century-old now, but I was also chided for not documenting any of my recent excursions. So, before my life slips past me entirely, I decided I would take up the mantle of blogging once again!
Things did not look very promising.
“Umm… maybe it’s up that way?” I said, pointing towards the skinny dirt trail, slinking up the side of the hill. I started billy-goating my way upwards, hoping to scout out the landscape before I dragged Jaci and Nikki up the awkward incline. No sign of anything but dirt and brush.