I spent the weekend in Mendoza, Argentina.

I love Argentina. Argentina has been a viable option, and will probably return to be a very viable option one day in the future, after I get some things sorted out.

I went to Mendoza with a friend and we did nothing, and that was lovely. We walked [a lot] from plaza to plaza, and back through the same plazas again and again. We tried to see a classical music concert, and spent half an hour talking to a sweet and semi-crazy old lady in line, only to hear that the pianist was ill in the hospital. We thought about searching out the thermal baths that are in the mountains close by, but in 90 degree heat, that starts sounding less appealing. And so we walked. I bought some apricots, and when the man didn't have change, I got LOTS of apricots. We ate apricots. And drank coffee and ate ice cream and sat on the steps of beatiful buildings. We made street-dog friends on every block. Took some photos, read some articles, laid in some parks and got bug-bitten, oh well.

Argentina is a peach.