You ever wake up and wonder why the alarm clock had to go off? I swear, if Erika wasn’t there to pester me out of bed I would’ve slept through the day. I have never been so happy to sleep in a bed. Okay, so the buses were comfortable as hell, but there’s definitely a point where you want to actually lie down rather than recline in a chair.
My body cried out for a bed at some point during that 14-hour bus ride.
But, yes. The alarm clock woke me up. When I got out of the room, there was a dog there. Erika had told me about it and how big it was…but it was still a nice surprise 8/
Morning with the family again. I swear they’re the coolest people I will probably meet on this study abroad experience. I swear they look like a family that would appear on the Amazing Race [I looked them up, and they were never on it]. It must be crazy to travel as a family for a year. They were still closing their accounts and stuff. It’s insane. One day, I will do that. One day…
So, Erika and I checked out of this place, which made me really sad, cuz I really like this hostel. No words could describe how homey it was, how polite the staff was, how friendly the other tenants were. They just were. And when we got out…it was raining. Yay. It was cool to see the ditches at work. Actually, what was really interesting was the streets had water running down them. It looked like a really shallow river. We were hopping on every dry piece of concrete we could find with our luggage on us.
What’s crazy here is a lot of the streets are concrete tiles so they were really slippery. Both of us were struggling to get some traction going on our shoes to keep us from falling flat on our faces.
Rest assured [once again] we made it to the hostel safely.
When we were taken to our room, it was a big SHOCK. Literally, the room was a cubicle that had two beds. And the bathroom was across the hall and needs to be opened with the same key that opens our room. Yay, right? This was the hostel we preferred too. When we were checking in, it was kind of frustrating because he went on a tantrum about how they don’t accept passport copies. He ended up accepting them, but he’s like it’s Argentine law to have your original passport with you at all times. Our program told us otherwise.
Anyway, so signed up for the winery tour, where they take us to two wineries, see how wine is made and get to taste it, and an virgin olive oil factory. The tour lady was bilingual and really good at it too, interaction and all. So we went to the first place, which was family-owned winery. I didn’t like their wine too much. It didn’t have much of a taste at all…cept old grapes. XD We did learn to see what good wine looks and smells like.
Afterwards, we were taken to an olive grove. The process of making olive oil was quite complex, especially the process for making virgin olive oil. We tasted olive oil…by itself… It was interesting…though I think I will never do that again. While we were eating bread with sun-dried tomatoes and olive oil, we met a guy from Israel who was happy to find people who could speak English. He was in Argentina because he had just finished a mandatory 3-year military service, and it’s mandatory to travel around outside of Israel to clear the mind after serving. I thought that was interesting. He said most people in Israel can speak English well too.
The second winery seemed much…like the first one. But, they had little snackies with the wine that we got to taste. It had the jam that they were selling. Really good. Better than anything you can get in a grocery store. The wine there was much stronger.
By the end of the day…I couldn’t stop laughing. It was kind of bad.
Actually…it was pretty bad.