¡Felices Pascuas! We spent Semana Santa in Mendoza. After our less than two-hour flight we explored another Plaza Independencia, full of people, music, and fountains. Throughout the weekend we enjoyed a variety of foods like those in the capital. Moreover, what sets the city apart is the wine.
We toured two bodegas, both the vineyard and winery, and an olive farm. We learned about how the products are made and got to try them; the general consensus is that the wine was impressive. We soon escaped the ubiquitous bodegas and took a day-long tour of the Andes. The mendocino tour guide demonstrated the distinct accent and spoke to the arid climate, so much so that all of the trees have been planted by hand and the sidewalks are designed to catch rainwater.
We saw the tallest mountain in the Americas, Mount Aconcagua, and took a windy road to the top of another nearby. We were about twelve thousand feet above sea level, experiencing mild altitude sickness, and technically in Chile. On Easter Sunday morning we admired the painted egg exhibit before flying home. Upon our arrival I had a quick turnaround to church then family dinner. And what better way to wrap up a special week than by eating chocolate eggs.
