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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Flying into Mendoza I noticed how arid the landscape below was. I was totally unprepared for this, expecting lush green vineyards similar to what we have in Australia. So naive! After all, Mendoza is in the desert so doesn't get a lot of rain.
As I arrived at my hotel, I heard from above "hey Lady" and it was Maree leaning out of her hotel room window. I hadn't seen her for more than six months and it was so awesome to see a familiar face.
Once I'd checked in, Maree, Paul ...
... that produce beautiful honey from his orchards of fruit trees. Eighty-seven year old Armando and his brother believe their longevity is in part due to the wine from the vines they planted more than 60 years ago. Self-sufficient Susana cannot understand why her daughter-in-law would go to the supermarket and not cook home produce. In the outskirts of Buenos Aires, Rosa runs a soup kitchen for 200 hungry children ...
... related, is that we are so absorbed in conscious attention, so convinced that this narrowed kind of perception is not only the real way of seeing the world, but also the very basic sensation of oneself as a conscious being, that we are fully hypnotized by its disjointed vision of the universe. We really feel that this world is indeed an assemblage of separate things that have somehow come together or, perhaps, fallen apart, and that we ...
... to divert attention away from inflation and financial crises affecting every Juan and Juanita by raising the nationalist issue. Ironically this is exactly what the military junta did in 1982 leading to their downfall. Enough of politics. From the cafe we ambled past the Rosada Palace, Central bank of Argentina, then into the cathedral for Il Duce's cultural and religious fix. All the time Ceri talked of life in the city, whist simultaneously pointing out the female sights ...
... being the European socialites that they are. I hadn't danced Cumbia since I was here 17 years ago and was definitely intrigued. Not that I really wanted to see myself dance the Cumbia, or to have anyone else see me do it, but it was definitely something I had been thinking about since I got here. One more beer did the trick and I was in. These guys were hilarious. Listening to them talk reminded me of Hanz and Frans because neither of them spoke each other's language ...