Salta, Argentina
On the road from San Antonio de los Cobres to Salta, this is what you see:
What do you get when you cross Italy and France with Latin America? Yup, you get an Argentina. The food is fantastic, the hotels are stylish (no bare bulbs dangling from the center of the room on a wire; yes, we are easy to impress), and the people are warm. Oh yes, and the roads are often paved and fully equipped with guardrails and traffic lights in town. Even the unpaved roads have road signs pointing you in the direction of the next town. Go ahead and laugh, but we have both pulled out a lot of hair trying to figure out which fork goes mostly in the direction we want. It is very exciting trying to choose the right path when there is no sign and no person around for miles to ask. Gosh dang, Argentina is a great country so far!
Salta’s cathedral is pink with white icing, whoops, I mean trim.
Here’s Salta’s municipal building.
Tags: Salta, Travel
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February 17th, 2006 at 9:01 pm
I concur. Argentina was wonderful. But you have to make it to a polo match to get the full effect.
Dan, too bad you’re not in Central America now. We’re headed for Belize in about 7 hours.
Cheers!
February 19th, 2006 at 6:15 pm
Dan –
We are doing the trip in reverse. South America back to the states. We will be in BA on Feb 27 for a few days and then head to Uruguay. If our paths cross, would you like to meet and share tales and tips?
We are doing a blog on travelpod http://travelpod.com/travel-blog/midlifecrisis/jeeptour06/tpod.html
cheers,
Brad
February 23rd, 2006 at 10:02 am
LSB said she really likes an Argentinian veggie dish she called “cake.” It’s a big layered concoction of different vegetables, and they slice it like a cake?
February 24th, 2006 at 5:37 pm
I will be most upset if this blog does not soon feature pictures of Dan and Giselle doing the tango. It’s Argentina, after all, is it not? And Dan should be naked in the pictures. And drunk.
February 25th, 2006 at 9:09 pm
Hey Matt, yes, the Argentines tango 24 hours, 7 days a week, just like you would imagine. No wonder there was an economic crisis. Everybody has bloody lips from carrying around roses in their mouths- totally weird. Anyhow, I am working on getting myself drunk and naked for a tango photo; I am just a little shy y´know.
February 25th, 2006 at 9:13 pm
Hi Dorothy, we haven´t seen the cake dish, but we stopped in this town called Villa General Belgrano which our book claims was founded by interned sailors of a German ship, I would guess from around WW2. I suppose that would make them Nazis, even though the guidebook delicately overlooks that detail. In any case, those Nazis and their offspring sure make some darned fine black forest cake.