Arrival and starting the adventure
Taking on an adventure this size, at our age, with our agenda is far beyond of what you might thing of Bilbo's adventure. We hope it won't take as long as his, but sometimes I think I would rather face a dragon. It seems easier. We arrived in Tartagal, Salta (a province in northern Argentina) at 6:30 in the morning, after a very uncomfortable trip in a crowded bus. Got to the hotel, at a mere 15 kilometers, in a taxi older than my radio, listening to music from another century, and trying to remember what the f*** we were doing there. Ah, the kids, right... let's move on. The hotel is not what we came here to see, skipped. We took almost all day recovering of how tired we were, repeating to ourselves that our adventure, did't even started. We had a simple breakfast, and went to bed for a nap. Went downtown, well, simply around the main square, walked heading to nowhere, and back again. A simple dinner, and back to bed again. Jolene, stop laughing, am rushing this pa...