Mendoza on our minds
Mendoza on our minds
Mendoza has been our motivation. For over a month it has been the magic kingdom of our minds. We’ve talked of Mendoza so often it has grown to be not just a city, but a destination for all that is lacking in our lives. It is exodus from the pampa and the encroaching winter; home of heavenly wines and enchanting tree-filled parks, sidewalk
Arriving, I am wondering about the sanity of coming here in the first place. We wobble shell-shocked along the highway’s fringe. More traffic passes per minute than has passed us in the previous four months. This is interstate action eight lanes thick, overpasses, off-ramps, and all. Interstate! Only lunatics bike on interstates. For once the stunned looks from passing
I look again at the sketch in my map case. Destination: Casa Ferro. Andres drew our map over a week ago, imploring us to visit when we reached town. At the time Mendoza was still too far off to seem real and we were more preoccupied with finding a campsite for the night. Now I wish I had paid more attention. This is the Acceso Sur, but there is no sign of our exit.
Our guess is a good one and we have found our exit, but there is no tangible connection between here and the street address scrawled on our paper. Thankfully we attract two young cycle guides who lead us through the maze of backstreets and eventually to Andres’s door. What an ordeal. The shock of metropolitan traffic has taken its toll and we want nothing more than to call
We pitch our tent on a wedge of grass alongside the garbage in back. The station is a riot of activity as long-haul truckers rumble in. We dig out the earplugs; it’s going to be a long night. The brightly lit cafe offers a retreat. We just want to relax a little bit, savor the brightly lit interior, eat an empanada or two. And this is
We aren’t inside long when an attendant comes to find us. “There’s a couple outside looking for you by your tent.” Curious, we head outside. It’s Andres and Teresa, his wife. They’ve found us. Amazingly, they are even more excited than we are. “Vamos!” Andres screams. Let’s go. “A mi casa!” Teresa is hugging us
Eventually, we get everything together and arrive back at Andres’s. He’s non-stop taking us on a tour of the house, showing us his wines and canned fruits, the patio he’s constructed, the garden. Teresa has roused the neighbors and they come over for a look. We’re caught up in a swirl of excitement and wonder. It becomes a long night as the wine and stories flow. Andres and
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