Today's post, like our stop in San Martín of Argentina, is perhaps too short. Our friends Clint and Pía live there with their son Ollie, just a few months younger than our Tamia. It was great to see them, share some time together, and see their new setup in Argentine Patagonia:
The way there took us along a highway known as the
carretera de los siete lagos. We counted seven lakes, sure enough. And lots of mountains. What a great combo. Well done, Patagonia. Well done.
The last time they saw each other, neither could walk yet. Now it's hard to get them to stop...
Morning at the beach, and the freedom of expression.
A candid shot of nuns sharing some
yerba mate. Click on the photo, zoom in, and look closely. Nuns. Drinking mate! All the rumors about Argentines' love for mate were proven true in San Martín. I've never seen so much mate consumption. It's a way of life. And one that I approve of. Hopefully a trip to Buenos Aires will be in our future, for some further field research into the phenomenon.
Keeping it real.
Thanks for the good times, our dear friends. This little story is a tribute to you. Not shown in this short glimpse of life in San Martín are Argentine microbrews, late night cribbage, spontaneous burgers, and volcanic ash. But all that and more transpired in the course of 48 hours, before we got back on a bus and said goodbye to them, and to Argentina. Until next time!
