For our
second day in the city of Salta, we had not planned
anything in particular, expecting to relax, take
another attempt at driving through Salta, drink more
wine, and prepare for our return to BA the following
morning. The
breakfast buffet at Finca Valentina was acceptable,
but ranked lower with us based on what we have
experience elsewhere. Again, the coffee snob in me
gave their attempt at coffee a barely passing score. The
previous day, I had issued a request to one of the
bodegas in Salta that we had heard about, but received
a response shortly afterward that their schedule was
already full for the day. This was not surprising for
a Friday and I would have been surprised to get on the
schedule on such short notice. Our
backup plan was to go shopping at an antique shop that
was recommended by our tour agency, followed by lunch
somewhere in town. The
so-called antique shop was in a more affluent part of
Salta without all the insane traffic of downtown.
However, the shop turned out to be a boutique
furniture store that was so small, we saw everything
offered in under ten minutes. The next
order of business was to find a Western Union from
which to retrieve my infusion of pesos, an effort in
which we were successful. This after five previous
failed attempts at other locations, for various
reasons (power outage, didn't have photocopy of
passport, location didn't actually exist, etc.). Lesson
learned – When trying to use Western Union to retrieve
money in a foreign country, keep the following in
mind:
Finding
an open restaurant at 1:00 was a challenge for the
following reasons:
We found
a rare exception, a sandwich shop in a tiny strip mall
with parking for toy cars. Our full-sized camioneta
took up two parking spaces, but nobody said anything
about it. We ordered sandwiches, which were better
than what we expected. We bought a bottle a locally
produced Rosé of Malbec before returning to Finca
Valentina. In
addition to the ginger kitty that I befriended, there
were also two ancient, resident dogs who enjoyed
visiting us on our front patio. |
Outside
of our casita window, there were lavender bushes that
filled the room with their fragrance when we left the
window open. |
Many of
the places that we visited had actual animal skins as
floor coverings. Lorna was conflicted in emotional
state whenever walking over such coverings, thinking
“this was once somebody's skin”. However, there was no
such conflict when eating an excellent steak. |
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