Mendoza was a very pretty city with lots of parks and squares.
With fountains.
Lots of very impressive fountains.
There was a guy in the park blowing big bubbles.
Kerri was better at popping them than the kids because she can reach twice as high.
She also had fun blowing the bubbles.
The church in Salta was also pretty pink.
The inside had lots of marble.
And contained no food.
Which seemed rather unargentinian.
This is a park in Salta.
It had a shipwrecked paddleboat (probably due to the wine).
It also had a statue.
And weird ducks.
The ducks are a hybrid of a local duck and a Chinese duck. They are put in the park because they are infertile, so they can’t take over the place.
In Salta we stayed in a pretty pink hotel.
Where they fed us.
Because this is Argentina.
And if your mouth isn’t full you are doing it wrong. Sadly they didn’t make enough chorizo, it was so good but the host took it away for brunch the following day.
When we arrived in Salta we obtained a stack of hundred dollar bills through shady black market dealings.
Then we ate empanadas. With wine.
And sausage and cheese.
At such a rate that Kerri couldn’t get a picture without a finger or knife in the way.
The walls were lined with many different wines. We only had 4 bottles for lunch.
You could pick whole assortments of meats, cheeses, nuts, and fruits for the boards.
The great weight gain had begun.
