Bardas Blancas to Mendoza, 500km
If we had more time Sr. Martinez would have shown us his 120 year old gramophone (bitrola) RCA Victor (the the dog insignia) complete with needles (pua) and disks (how did you call them black things?
It's time to say good-bye to Don Lorenzo that suggests a little side-trip where there are no tabanos. We do it, while his distances are precise like a Swiss clock, there are still quite some horseflies buzzing around.
We get to Mendoza and find our reserved hotel. It is quite elegant and the owner is very helpful by giving us several tips for tomorrow and making a reservation for tonight.
Not that we don't feel comfortable being away from family and Christmas frenzy in Europe, but tonight at the restaurant in Mendoza we are for the first time surrounded by tourist only. It's an odd feeling. Locals are all with their family. Unfortunately the meet is only of Chorizo as it is a set menu but still good enough.
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