Wet shoes make a day long.

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This past week my dear friends (Becca, Elise, Thyra, NWM) and I took a trip to Bariloche, Argentina (to be read: Patagonia). We got to Buenos Aires by ferry, to Viedma by bus, and then trained it to Bariloche–in total, a 36 hour and 1,000 mile journey. Bariloche was part Switzerland, part tourist trap. Once you left the town however, there was heaven to be found. Snow capped mountains and turquoise waters, hikes all day and rides in the back of pickups when the hikes went too late (and the rain got way to heavy). We made dinners by night and navigated mountain streams by day. Becca and I hiked a trail in perfect snowy silence, only to hear that Che Guevara took the same route before going to Cuba. We froze over our feet and boasted in the greatness of wool socks. I packed light so I lacked “gear,” so I wore just my tights over tights. Perfect idea. We ended our week with a visit to ancient caves, owned by a nice man, with a grey dog, who wore his handkerchief in a sophisticated manner. He bought some 150 hectares 40 years ago, trying to get away from it all, only to discover his land was home to an ancient volcano and loads of indigenous drawings (not to mention the “mother forest” for the Cyprus trees of Patagonia). Now he drives tourists in a Mercedes bus to look at his treasures. He cares for his land thoughtfully and strategically, and despite the ill-behaved Brazilian children in neon one-piece snowsuits throwing icicles into the cave lake, I couldn’t have asked for a better final adventure. Until, that is, Nick and visited Le Corbusier’s Casa Curutchet outside of Buenos Aires and walked its ramps and halls as the rain poured down without another person in sight.

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