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Travel Blogs from Mendoza
... a variety of treatments. Our breaks inbetween were spent as usual chatting in broken Spanish and eating the local favourite- crackers with dulce de leche. The sun had returned to us in Mendoza today, and after lazing in the sun, we all decided to take a walk. Aliza, along with Chrissa and Madeline, climbed the cerro de la Gloria (hill of glory) where they had a beautiful, panoramic view ...
... behind me in the UK, practicing but no dancing at all. But this was an unforgettable moment of letting myself being led. I never, NEVER let my ex boyfriend to lead me. It was always me who would show the way, not allowing him to be a man and lead. This time I gave in and the moment was priceless. We had a clapping ovation from the others watching us since it was only me and him. I regret I don't remember his name.He must have been an angel.
Before this we had a ...
... I am typing this while a little hungry). You can't come to Buenos Aires and not get some tango action (I am talking about the dancing kind of tango, get your mind out of the gutter) of which we took in a show at the famous Cafe Tortoni. To even things out we also undertook an organised pub crawl with about 60 other thirsty heathens.... oh and this will all in between more Quilmes, ice cream and steak too... With a tear in the eye it was ...
... I felt faint and had to drink some coke from some people nearby, and then we decided to head back to town to get some food. There was some miscommunication at the place we wanted to eat, and while we thought we had just ordered empanadas, they thought we had ordered some of everything! So in the end we managed to get quite a bit of food for not much cost – somewhat of a compromise in the misunderstanding. It was a nice way to end our weekend away!
Close to ...
... not funny. I woke up around 3 (thank god I have a private room here) and in Mendoza, like Cordoba, everything is shut down. I walked for an hour and a half looking for a place to feed me and ran into a girl working at my hostel. She was going to a market to buy food. We ended up cooking steak and making a massive salad at the hostel and watched Troy. The first half was in English, the second in Spanish. End scene.
Is this blog long? Yeah, I ...
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility