Weekend in Córdoba

When one spends 12 hours on a bus, the ideal final destination is one with flawless weather, beautiful land, luxurious accommodations, and free and delicious food and drinks. Day one in Córdoba fell slightly short of these hopes: there was no sun, the land might have been beautiful had the views not been so thoroughly clouded over, the accommodations were charming if a bit rustic, and the food and drinks passable, though abundant and prepaid. But on day two, the sun came out, the land (picture the American Southwest but a bit greener) awed me, and I fell in love.

Our activities mostly consisted of venturing by bus or foot to pretty places, chilling and optional walks/slight climbs of varying degrees of difficulty, and frequent meals and meriendas. On the third and last day, we had a delicious asado involving beef, chicken, and some amazing baby goat. Really. I will refrain from putting up the photos of the meat roasting in case of squeamish vegetarians, but it was so so delicious.

The worst part of the trip was leaving on Saturday night to get on another overnight bus heading back to Buenos Aires. Who knew I'd be so disappointed to return to "real life" after three days of relaxing in the middle of nowhere? I had almost forgotten how much I love the non-city side of travel: breath-taking natural scenes, hiking, vast open spaces, local culture. I could easily have spent another day or two or three in Córdoba, but classes and reading and this life that somehow has belonged to me for two months awaited in Buenos Aires.