Mendoza Argentina Memories (Part 1)
Memories (Part 1)
Mendoza Argentina ; the heart of Argentina’s wine country. As I close my eyes to reminisce, I see endless fields of lush green vineyards. I hear the sizzling sound of asado as a backdrop to lively chatter. I smell the dulce de leche freshly spread on a sweet roll. I taste the savory goodness of freshly made empanadas. I see the flyers advertising tango classes, friendly stray dogs running through the streets and women hanging their freshly washed linens on the clothesline.
Vineyard Views
I now cast my reminiscent gaze towards the city of Mendoza. I can hear the hurried click of my heels on the cobblestone sidewalk. I don’t want to miss the bus! A few moments later I collapse into the bus seat and breathe a sigh of relief! Made it just in time!
A simple endeavor like taking the bus in a different country really opens your eyes to a unique aspect of a new culture. In Mendoza, my bus ride took me through beautifully paved wide streets; lined with trees and old gentlemen with newspapers. Each time the clattering of the bus engine hummed to another stop, I’d gaze out the window, simultaneously listening in on friendly exchanges between bus driver and patron. “Holaaaa, Buenos dias!”. The lively chatter brings a smile to my face.
Taking the Bus in Maipu Mendoza
Street Views of Maipu Mendoza
It’s evening now, and I’ve been invited to a dinner with friends. Dinner is served outside in the back patio at a long table. Cheerful chatter and bursts of laughter echo from the patio next door as well. We laugh, we sing, we eat Asado. Well into the night, the only thing motivating our party to part ways are heavy eyelids. Bellies full and content with laughter, we head home.
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