Also, this town is small. I know where the people whose names are on the town businesses or in the paper live and how many kids they have; I know the semi-secret swimming holes along the Blackfoot and my mother has already been to every doctor I can choose between to get my tonsils out.
This all isn't necessarily a bad thing - I know of no other town where your nose is full of the scent of ponderosa pine the minute you step off the plane, and there is something to be said for the predictable and orderly. But going from the highly-functional chaos of Buenos Aires to this is definitely a shock to the system.
So! I'm hideously behind on posts, having wandered off to explore the country (Argentina, not the US) with my family and without my computer for three weeks. It was a good trip - full of bickering, cake-hunting, and of course, that which no family vacation is complete without: the scattering of a dead relation's ashes.
I have pictures of toucans from Iguazú, cathedrals in Salta, and some spectacular rocks and waterfalls, which I will post once I've organized them. Until then, three photos (and some tango, for going along with):
Folclorico show en la Feria de Mataderos (Buenos Aires)
Guitar player in El Anfiteatro, a rock formation in la Quebrada de Cafayate (Northwest Argentina)
Live music in La Catedral, a tango club (slow night)I'm going back one day. Not optional.
Chau amigos, de todos partes!
P.S. - you should be able to click on the photos to enlarge them. Which I'm sure you've already figured out. Enjoy!
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