We met Néstor building his father’s tomb. So high up in the valley that the wind whipped around the cemetery’s tombstones and crept under our collars. A chill emanated from the mountainside and the dilapidated headstones covered in silk...
The great salt lick: Las Salinas Grandes
I guess I expected the salt flats to look cleaner. Like a blanket of snow, except crunchy. What I found was a tire crushed lake bottom with crystal-blue long, rectangular pools cut into it. The salt here is being...
Freaky Friday in Cachi, UFO country
Our first stop outside of Salta’s capital was Cachi, in the Calchaqui Valley. The Valley, which runs through various provinces, is known for its incredible landscape, which I can attest to. Coming down the mountains from Piedra de Molina...
Salta prepares for the storm
We arrived in Salta on the wrong day. Certain sections of the national police union in Argentina had been striking all over the country starting in Cordoba a week ago. They are demanding salary increases, and other improvements to...
Rolling by: Biking in Buenos Aires
Buenos Aires is really a bike riding paradise. The city has designed over 100 kilometers of bicisendas (bike lanes) and greenways and has 30 more planned. We decided to take the day to explore the city by bike, borrowing...
Just Another Day in Buenos Aires
Yesterday was a cliché. But one of those clichés that make you happy to be living it. It started with a medialuna from La Ventana de Willy (Willy’s window) in bajo Belgrano, famous for the quantity of tangos dedicated...