- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Kids activities or Babysitting
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... three weeks later, still feeling the ache of a tailbone injury that occurred on my fourth day out. Despite a shot of cortisone in my ass at the clinic at the mountain's base, followed by a couple days of rest, my tail bone never did heal enough to the point where I felt brave enough to withstand another fall backwards from that board. As you can imagine, we spent our evenings that first week primarily recovering from the day's abuse to our bodies. On one night, Noa had dinner ...
... America, they can be a little smelly, but they are so inspiring and brave and beautiful too! On our way back to Bariloche, we stopped in the middle of the road, I threw the car into reverse and we went back to look at this tiny chapel on the side of the road. We got out of the car and a snowball fight ensued. Really again? I get to live this life? How lucky am I to be able to experience these moments of rarity? Snow ball ...
... to appear so we got cold water on the knees and on the bottom of his feet which were swelling up as well (an awful thing considering the fact that I can't drive stick and he had to do all the driving- this experience made me really want to learn to drive manual cars as well). We put neosporin on his feet and knees and asked our caretaker for a first aid kit when we went down to breakfast so we could patch the bottom of the foot, which already had formed a huge blister. ...
... an hour riding with an obvious tilt to the right while trying to maintain a straight line. We take cover behind the wood fence of a house and have lunch while watching the trees bend in the wind. By 2:30pm, the wind isn’t letting up at all, so we set up the tent to get a little warmer. We read and nap while watching the clock tick the hours away…5pm, 6pm, 7pm. We are anxious, “Is the wind better? It looks a little better. Should we ...
... up onto the sideboard and begins licking something from a vast pot cooling on the windowsill. I try to form the appropriate warning to the owner in Spanish but by the time I’m halfway there the cat has abandoned the saucepan and is tormenting the puppy. I look guilty and hope it wasn’t their dinner.
Back at the ranch we have time to squeeze in one more delicious meal from Georgie before we say goodbye. She brings out enormous platters of hot and tasty ...