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Final Thoughts on our Trip to Argentina and Chile

Group Travel is not for everyone.  Sometimes there are schedules and early wake-up calls and tours that might not be of interest. Sometimes you have the loss of spontaneity that you get when you travel alone.    But if you travel with a group like we just did, you will find yourself having adventures that you never thought you would experience and go to places that you have never heard of.  When we signed on for this trip, we were excited about visiting Buenos Aires and Santiago;  we had read about these two cities and had seen many photographs.  As everyone knows, we love our wine so we knew that Mendoza would be a favorite for the both of us.  Drinking Malbec at the base of the Andes Mountains?  A no-brainer.

But we had never even heard of the Atacama Desert.  We had no idea what to expect; the itinerary suggested some hiking in the mountains and we thought that would be fun because we like to hike.  Little did we know that we would get to see landscapes so unreal that we thought we were in a movie set of Star Wars or Indiana Jones; or  that we would experience bubbling, sizzling geysers as we watched the sunrise in the Andes; or view the clearest night skies we have ever seen.   And, of course, we never dreamed we would run down a steep sand dune giggling and whooping it up like a bunch of children!

Another thing that happens on a group trip is that you form some wonderful friendships and bonds over the course of ten days.  We didn’t know any of the 22 people on our trip before we arrived but now we have lasting memories with each of them.  We all shared a love of travel and adventure but beyond that we all lived very different lives all throughout various parts of the country.  Because of this trip, we can now say we have tangoed together in Buenos Aires, discovered a secret speak-easy disguised as a floral shop, discussed art with an influential Buenos Aires Painter, played a Blind Wine-Tasting Game at the foot of the Andes, biked and hiked in Mendoza, were detained in a Chilean airport (ok…just Adele and Brad can say that), experienced the sunrise with bubbling geysers,  went star-gazing in the Southern Hemisphere, and ran down the steepest sand dune in the Atacama Desert.   Our last lunch was evidence of the bond we all formed as we made toast after toast to all of the fun things we did and our fantastic guides. Ten days ago we were strangers.  We now have a bond that will last a lifetime.

A group trip is only as good as its leaders and we had the good fortune of having a team that cared for our well-being every turn of the way.  Stephanie and Hallie from Blue Parallel worked tirelessly behind the scenes so we didn’t have to worry about anything.  Each of them could have been the same age as some of our children; yet they were the ones working hard to make sure that lost luggage was found and all of our dietary issues (and there were a lot) were cared for at each restaurant and dinner.  The moms of the group were all worried that Stephanie could never finish her meal for having to deal with various issues in the group and kept urging her to eat and rest more!  Stephanie had the patience of a saint and was always smiling and polite (there’s that word again) as the daily itineraries were changed or flights were missed because someone had an apple in his pack!

And then there was Dugald, our leader from Exclusive Resorts.  He was there with a devilish grin urging people to dive in to the freezing cold salt lagoon, run up a cactus-filled hill, or sprint down a steep sand dune– always in good spirit and filled with zest and enthusiasm.  He was a friend to us all,  always asking for feedback and checking in with how the trip was going.

Needless to say, because of all these bonds there were a few tears and lots of hugs when we had to say good-bye to everyone at the Santiago Airport.  We feel very fortunate to have been able to go on this trip with these people.  Memories like these can’t be made in a Frommers Guidebook, National Geographic, or an Internet Travel Site.  They must be savored and enjoyed with a Pisco Sour and a run down a sand dune!

Stephanie, Hallie, and Dugald:  Our Fearless Leaders

Stephanie, Hallie, and Dugald: Our Fearless Leaders

The Group

The Group

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Mendoza — Wine Country by the Mountains

A serious change of pace.

We left the hustle-bustle of Buenos Aires by plane for our two-hour flight to Mendoza. The distance was more than the few hundred miles we flew. Mendoza sits in the shadow of the Andes Mountains in the northeastern part of Argentina. Mt. Aconcagua is the tallest mountain in the Western Hemisphere at 22,837 ft. above sea level. For context, the tallest mountains in Colorado are a mere 14,000+ ft. While Buenos Aires had that European flair, Mendoza is notably Latin American with a Southwestern US feel.

We drove out of town and into wine country to our lodging at the Cavas Wine Lodge. Our accommodations were individual adobe and stone villas set among the vineyards with spectacular views of the Andes. The unique architecture features a funny-looking chimney and rooftop deck. They are such cozy little places that we weren’t sure we wanted to leave our villa for the many events we had scheduled.

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One of the villas with the Andes mountains in the background.

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The villas among the vineyards. Note the lack of growth on the vines. We’re still in early Spring before bud break.

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The very old vines on the property.

After a delicious lunch we unpacked and relaxed for a bit on the rooftop deck. I might have relaxed a bit too much:

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We got a cooking class before dinner from the lodge’s great chef. Our first lesson was in making empanadas, a traditional Argentine appetizer. Empanadas are pastries with delicious fillings. Ours had beef, green olives, paprika, grilled vegetables, and many herbs. The Argentines are very good at creating foods with complex flavors. Our chef was no exception. OK, these things taste great. But, making them certainly isn’t as easy as it looks. Our group was less than supportive as my every attempt at rolling up the edge of the dough into the perfectly twisted seal failed miserably. My only consolation was that Lisa was only marginally better than I was. For our friends expecting empanadas when you visit, watch for the Trader Joe’s version.

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The chefs ready to teach their eager subjects.

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The, uh, eager subjects.

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Myla helping to make the veggies for the empanadas.

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Chef folding his empanada perfectly.

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Our group struggling to do what chef just showed us.

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Lisa’s art work.

Wine Tasting

The next morning we arose for a full day of hiking, biking, horseback riding and, of course, wine tasting. Lisa and I were really looking forward to the activity because, to be truthful, we have been consuming many more calories than we’ve been burning. We couldn’t remember the last time we had been hungry. We drove over to the Uco Valley. It sits between the foothills and the Andes and is considered the Napa Valley of Argentina. While the roads are not yet very developed — many are still dirt — the wine industry is revving up. We hiked, biked, and had a wonderful picnic overlooking the valley. We then headed over to one of the prominent wineries in the region for a tasting.

Grape vines were brought to Mendoza 500 years ago by the Europeans. So winemaking isn’t new to the region. But, for many years it was a local industry. During the mid-1900s winemaking ramped up but the quality was less than desirable. They started to improve the quality in the 1970s, but, the region took a major hit in what was known locally as the “Beer Crisis”. Sounds innocuous enough, but, when Argentines began switching to other drinks, such as beer, the industry nearly collapsed (Brad Collins, we blame you). Many old vintners simply went out of business. But, in the end, this worked out well for the region as new winemakers moved in with a resolve to improve the quality. By the late 1990s Mendoza was becoming known throughout the world. And, when the dot com bubble burst, the global recession and devalued peso allowed the vintners to sell their high-quality product to other countries at a great price. Malbec, the dominant grape in the region had been used by the French as a blending grape in their Bordeaux wines. But the Argentines turned it into a global phenomenon as a grape that could stand on its own.

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Lisa and I overlooking the Uco Valley.

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Our traveling companions

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The Hikers

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Picnic Lunch

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Gorgeous Setting for Lunch

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Traditional Argentine Dancers and Musicians at Lunch

After lunch, we went to a local winery named Piattelli. The wine was exceptional and the winemaker was a joy to talk to and learn from. The best part of the experience was learning a new wine-tasting game! All we will tell you is that it involves blind tasting wine, placing bets, and winning prizes. You can look forward to playing this game at our house at an upcoming party!

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The Piattelli Winemaker giving us a tour

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Blind Wine-Tasting Game.

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Lisa and Sonja trying to guess their wine.

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Lisa is not too happy about Dugald beating her out at the end of the game!

We still had one more excursion in us this evening before the day was done. A group of us went to the restaurant 1884 in the town of Mendoza. 1884 is run by renowned chef Francis Mallman and has been voted one of the best restaurants in Argentina. The food was delicious although the portion sizes could have fed four people with each serving. The best part of the evening was being able to dine with Dana Wilke, a family friend from Danville, who is studying abroad here with a program with UC Davis. She is just starting her program and has plans to have a wonderful adventure here while taking five classes entirely in Spanish. All in all, we loved Mendoza and could easily spend a few more days here discovering all that this area has to offer.

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Dinner at 1884 with Dana Wilke

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And Now….Dancing the Argentine Tango

Today was filled with interesting discussions about art, sex, and tango. How often does that happen on a Monday? Our morning started with an intimate presentation by Ernesto Bertani; a famous Argentinian artist. He displayed and explained his various works of art at a local gallery. Because he knows no English, his words were translated by one of our guides. His works were very sensual so frequently our guide had to pause and give us a funny look and then translate his views on lovers, sexuality, and politics. We found his work to be fascinating. He painted series of pictures about the loss of creativity in the modern world, the loss of identity in the Argentinian system, and the tension between men and women. Here are a few pictures of his different pieces.

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After visiting with Ernesto, we took a tour of the MALBA Art Museum which features more than 200 works by contemporary and modern Latin American artists. We recognized some of the more famous pieces and were introduced to the complex, fascinating world of Latin American art.

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But the highlight of the day had to be our Argentine tango lessons! We were escorted to a private dance studio where we all taught how to do the tango. I was hoping my recent love of Zumba might get me through the tango but quickly learned that the two had nothing to do with one another. We were taught some basic dance steps at the beginning and Brad and I felt like we were at a Junior High School Dance. With each step we would count One, Two, Three, Four. As soon as we would “master” one move, the professionals would teach us a new twist….some new turns; a little move called the Ocho; a new way to hold our arms. It was very challenging but also a lot of fun. Our teachers were extremely patient and tried their best to encourage us!! Needless to say, we will not be heading to Dancing With The Stars anytime soon!

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The Professionals

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Pretending to Be Professionals

After our Tango lessons, we went to a renowned Argentine restaurant called Cabana Les Lilas in Puerto Madero. We sat outside by the port and had a delicious meal of authentic Argentinian Fare: Empanadas, Wonderful Cheeses and Breads, Delicious Local Grass-Fed Beef, and Dulche de Leche Crepes. We were absolutely stuffed at the end of the meal.

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Since this was our last night in Buenos Aires, we decided we had to go out for one last drink to a nearby speak-easy. By day, it passes as a floral shop but by night you go into a secret door down to the basement for drinks and delicious food. The owner makes his own gin and we had the most delicious gin and tonics that we have ever had. Very refreshing (I think the secret was the grapefruit slice and the sprig of thyme). It was the end to a wonderful, last day in Buenos Aires.

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Looks like a floral refrigerator? No, it’s the secret door to the basement and our mysterious speak-easy bar.

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Buenos Aires — Fresh Air, Fair Winds

There are a few stories on how Buenos Aires got its name. One says that settlers in the 1300s established the town on a hill above the old settlement. The new location was free of the rotten smell of the old place down by the swamp. Hence the name in Spanish, Fresh Air. Another story suggests that the Virgin Mary helped calm the rough seas faced by sailors in the area. Another translation being Fair Winds.

Lisa and I got to tour the city yesterday. If you had been plopped here without knowing where you were, you might have thought you were in a European city. French, Roman, and Spanish architecture dominate the skyline. The energy of the city is palpable and the people are friendly and welcoming.

Our first stop, Plaza de Mayo (May Square) was named for the May 1810 revolution that ultimately led to the independence of Argentina from Spain. It is surrounded by Casa Rosada — the presidential palace, the National Bank of Argentina, and the Metropolitan Cathedral (where Pope Francis was the Cardinal). The plaza has been the site of many historic events in Buenos Aires; Evita’s famous speech to the people, protests of all sorts, and most recently, the celebration of the naming of Pope Francis. Take a look:

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View of the city street off the plaza. The obelisk, built in 1936, commemorates the 4th centennial of the city

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Lisa and Brad in front of the Casa Rosada

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The Casa Rosada balcony where Evita Peron told Argentina not to cry for her.

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A boy and his father playing with the pigeons.

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The National Bank of Argentina — their Fed

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The Metropolitan Cathedral. It is currently being renovated. Note the Greek or Roman look to the building.

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Signs in the plaza protesting the Falklands War (Malvinas Islands) thirty years hence. They’re still upset about it.

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Inside the beautiful Metropolitan Cathedral where Pope Francis used to preside.

La Boca

La Boca is a neighborhood near the city’s old port. Boca means “mouth” and it sits at the mouth of the Matanza river where it empties into the sea. This area has a distinctively Latin feel. It was the barrio where immigrants, mostly Italians, settled. The tenement houses have been converted to stores and cafes. But, the colorful feel remains. Nearby is the soccer stadium of the local team. It just so happened that they were playing their arch rival yesterday so the blue and yellow colors were flying. There was as much excitement as there will be in San Francisco when the Seahawks come to town later this Fall. Our guide told us that they don’t allow opposing team fans in the stadium to avoid riots. I hope that doesn’t happen in American sports.

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A tenement house.

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A relative?

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A Whole City of Dead People!

La Recoleta Cemetery holds the graves of many of the rich, famous, and prominent people (now dead, of course) in Argentina. Eva Peron is here. There are a few former presidents, the founder of the Argentine Navy is here, and there are people with interesting and, for some, macabre stories.

This isn’t your ordinary cemetery. It consists of mausoleums arranged like streets and alleys in a city. There was even a locator map at the entrance so you could find any one of the four thousand people buried there. Entire families are interred in each, and, in most cases, the caskets and urns are open to those walking by. Sounds creepy. But, it was more fascinating than anything. As we roamed from street to street we noted the wide variation of designs and styles. Some mausoleums were fancy and ornate, others very plain. Some were old, some new. They were constructed of brick, stone, marble, metal — you name it.

There was the story of one family’s plot in which the teenage daughter, who had a heart condition, died and was interred in the family mausoleum. Except for one problem — she wasn’t dead. A few days later they found the casket moved, the lid askew. She ultimately died from her heart condition trying to get out. The father built a statue of a young girl opening a door to the front of the mausoleum as a symbol of her ultimate entry into paradise. Yeah, we thought the story was creepy too.

After wandering a few aisles, we came upon Eva Peron’s (Duarte) grave site. There were many fresh flowers on it. Even though she died in 1952, it is amazing the influence she still has on the Argentine people to this day. I must admit we were all a bit star struck standing there with the coffins inside visible to us.

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A “street” in the cemetery.

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And, finally, Eva Peron’s grave.

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CJ’s cousin guarding the cemetery.

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Alright, enough talk of the dead.

Finally, Lisa and I had to make a stop to buy Argentina’s signature product. The country is known for its cattle. Beef is an art form here. And, leather goods are among the best in the world. We both found leather jackets we loved at Casa Lopez, a well-known leather goods designer. Here we are with our very happy sales lady modeling our find:

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Lost in Translation

I took Spanish through the eighth grade — don’t remember much. Lisa took French. We’re now paying for that teenage lapse in judgment.

We left Danville at 9am on Friday, flew from San Francisco to Houston, sat around for three hours, then flew 10 hours to Buenos Aires, landing at 10am Saturday morning. Our official tour activities don’t begin until Sunday. So, we had all day Saturday to explore Buenos Aires on our own. We’re always up for adventure. So, after checking in to the hotel, we headed out to explore.

Our tour guide gave us a list of restaurants to try. And, since it was now after noon, we were hungry. So, we set out to one in a section of town called Palermo SoHo. The SoHo part is not coincidence. It is very much like SoHo in Manhattan. Quaint, hip, walkable. Our first problem started because there were no addresses on the restaurant list. The hotel bellman gave our taxi driver the address (I didn’t understand a word.) and we set off. After driving about 15 minutes, we stopped in the middle of a non-descript street with nothing that resembled a restaurant. The taxi driver, who was quite friendly, started giving us numbers. “Cinco nueve.” “Uh, cuatro, nueve.” I said, “This doesn’t look quite right. let’s go to the next block,” all the while motioning with my hands since he didn’t understand English and me, Spanish.

I told him to drop us off at the corner and we would find it. We knew we were close. There was a security guy on the street corner, so I showed him my restaurant list and asked him if he’s heard of Lele de Troya, the place we were seeking. He shook his head, so we set off on our own. Fortunately, Google works everywhere in the world, even South America. Hmmm. The little pin dropped right on top of where we were standing. Lisa and I looked around. And, sure enough, there it was right across the street. That security guy needs to get out more.

The place had an ivy-covered arbor on the outside. And, on the inside it was a cute, low-key old place with a room all decorated in red and another in yellow. The host ask, red or yellow (I wonder how he knew to speak to us in English?). We liked the yellow better, but, the red room looked out onto the street. So, we picked red and sat at a table for two.

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The red room and the yellow room.

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The view from our table.

The host, who was also the waiter ( we were the only ones in the restaurant) came up to us and said he didn’t speak English well, but, he could understand it. Fine. We’re used to getting by with language issues. And, we can simply point to the menu if we want to order something.

Lisa wanted some bread to start, so she ordered some with avocados, tomatoes and flatbread. The she ordered a salad. I ordered the salmon ravioli. It looked good. The waiter then paused for a minute and said he’d be right back. When he returned, he said, “no crab — salmon ravioli.” I said, “no problem, I wanted salmon ravioli anyway.” So, both seemingly satisfied with our ability to effectively communicate in two different languages, he walked back to the kitchen and I continued my conversation with Lisa.

About ten minutes later, the waiter shows up with a sandwich and salad. Lisa asked what the sandwich was. I said, I think that is the bread you ordered. Hmm. Well, we missed that one. Bread is a sandwich. No problem. We each took half and ate up. Delicious. Not enough to fill me up, but, I have that salmon ravioli coming.

Fifteen minutes go by, we haven’t seen our waiter in a while, and my salmon ravioli is no where to be found. When he walks by I flag him down and ask where my ravioli is. He says, “no crab — salmon ravioli.” I said, “I know you don’t have crab. But, I wanted the salmon.” He slows down and says, “no crab — salmon ravioli, no crab salmon ravioli.” Oh. In Argentina the h’s have that back of the throat ch sound. And v’s have a b sound. He was telling me they don’t have salmon ravioli! I wonder what he thought I was going to eat.

Once we got that straight, he brought me a nice plate of mozzarella ravioli and a glass of Malbec. All-in-all, it was a great experience and the food was great.

After lunch, we walked around Palermo. It is a cobblestoned old section of town that has many cafes, restaurants, and high-end retail stores. We even found the Indiana Bar and Grill. Lisa, being from Indiana, wanted to check it out. The hostess told us it was Tex-Mex place. . . Well, they did have corn dogs on the menu.

Our first day in Buenos Aries was fun and relaxing. But, we’re looking forward to our guided portions so we have someone that can translate for us. Advice for the kids — take Spanish now. It’ll keep you from going hungry someday.

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Palermo street scene.

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The Tex Mex Indiana Bar and Grill

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It’s the beginning of Spring here in the southern hemishpere.

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Beautiful banyan trees near our hotel.

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