So it turns out that even a Semi Cama bus changes everything. I made it to Mendoza in 17hrs as planned and since the trip went from 3.30pm to 8.30am it meant I could enjoy two movies being played on the bus in English and then throw back my seat and get a fair night´s sleep. I really do think I´ll need to take a Spanish class at some point because my first 10mins on the bus were spent in total confusion as I listened to the attendant read out numbers in Spanish as if he were a game show host, only to realize, at the very end of it all, that everyone was playing BINGO. Winner got a bottle of wine. Add it to the weird list.
My first taste of Mendoza was a horseback ride. Met Fiona who is Irish and joined her on a 2.5hr ride around the mountains and then had an asado (BBQ) as the sun set back at the ranch. Back at the hostel they give you a free glass of wine each evening, access to do laundry using their machines (soap included), plus a 15min international phone call every day. Pretty amazing deal I took full advantage of.
I´m not sure if I mentioned this yet but about 4 years ago I had dinner with Beth at a Tapas restaurant on College street in Toronto. It was that evening when I experienced the best glass of wine I had ever tasted, and so,Weinert wine is a good portion of the reason I wanted to visit South America. Seemed like a good goal to try to find the vineyard that drove me to drink Malbecs exclusively for years and to better understand what people are talking about when they say a wine is truly wonderful and not just good.
The first was called Tempus Alba and was pretty modern - reminded me a little of Cape Town, South Africa.
Next was Vina el Cerno an older style bodega that seemed more in tune with the area... here we got one full glass of wine each for 15 AR pesos which is about $3.5 dollars and shared.
Wonder if that is how I got this sore throat or if I can instead blame that on the fact that almost all the people at my hostel smoke. Miz. It is such a score to live in a city and have friends who are not smokers. Avoiding the cloud is something I remember from growing up in Montreal and I just can´t believe people still do it.
Last stop was a bodega called Carinea. It is owned by a french couple but the most important part of visiting this place, for me, was the fact that we got some cheese, salami and a chance to sample the olive oil with some bread, having not eaten since breakfast.
On day two I finally got to share the cost of a hired private driver with two British friends (Lisa and Helm) I met back in Bariloche (
Started at Vistandes Bodega, which was opened only 3 years ago and had the most modern of equipment.
And some pretty nice views too
It just doesn´t seem right to finish an entry without a few images that reflect the local scene in each given place I visit so I think I´ll wrap up with two posters I have walked by numerous times through my four days in Mendoza.
The first I think is for a language school but I feel like they are calling their students idiots though I´m sure IDIO+ means something very encouraging and friendly in reality or at least in Spanish???
Makes it almost seem okay to eat there but not quite.
As always I hope everyone is well.
Much Love. b
Devastated that there is no gnocchi photo :(
ReplyDeletethanks, Ron Burgundy!
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