Our last night spent traveling in the innards of Argentina was in Cordoba, Argentina's oldest city. For the first time in 3 months we found ourselves with a traveler's guide and so took to the churches and cathedrals, with detailed descriptions of each at our side. When we were done in the city we headed an hour East to a small town called Tanti, on a bit of a gamble, to meet (and hopefully stay with) Chofa's son, Eduardo.
We lucked out again ("When it rains, it stops") because Eduardo was a really kind host, and the three of us bonded over hikes, music, shredding corn, a failed lentil soup, and a night out on the town. In only a day and a half it was heart-wrenching to say goodbye.
I don't know how we did it all, but we did (and hopefully will do it again... and again).
We lucked out again ("When it rains, it stops") because Eduardo was a really kind host, and the three of us bonded over hikes, music, shredding corn, a failed lentil soup, and a night out on the town. In only a day and a half it was heart-wrenching to say goodbye.
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