In Tafi de Valle, we went horseback riding through the mountains. Don't worry parents, we wore our seatbelts. The road was a little rocky and steep, but we all made it down safely. The view was green and misty, and we could even hear the sound of a local futbol (that means soccer in Spanish) game wafting up the hill.
Remember the last time you went to Rodizio Grill? This here is Rodizio grill gaucho style. They call it asado--barbecue.
They cooked at least half a cow, and like we always do, we ate up. Some say the barbecue is so good, we'll never be satisfied with meat again, and, I'll be honest, it's pretty good. Hopefully my life isn't all downhill from here. (meatwise that is?)