Salta dulce

Salta, to no one’s surprise, was incredible. I found that my Lonely Planet guidebook actually undersold the area; I probably wouldn’t have gone if Léa hadn’t planned the trip. But it was some of the most magnificent landscapes I have ever seen. Surprisingly diverse, too. Vast plains climb over into dusty desert valleys, which yield to magnificent mountain ranges with sweeping river panoramas and fascinating rock formations and stunning splashes of color that always had me on the edge of my seat, leaning forward to see more. I took 678 pictures over four days. I spent all afternoon today sorting through them and choosing the top 200 for Facebook, but now it’s going to be a struggle to pick a reasonable number for the blog.

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Lacking in the patriotism department

Today, the glorious Day of Independence of the United States of America, was entirely unremarkable in Buenos Aires. I figured that as the only American in the office, I could expect all the other countries represented to give me birthday presents. Not so. I totally relate to Harry Potter on page six of The Chamber of Secrets, when it’s his birthday but his aunt and uncle don’t even acknowledge it. Funny how I read that today when I was feeling the exact same disappointment.

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A Day in the Life

The incessant drumming on the street outside my office building is giving me a headache. People are always protesting in the streets here, but usually it’s a march. This week a protest camp is set up directly below my office window, and they haven’t stopped drumming since I got here half an hour ago.

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