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E 'will most likely be able to stay on this side of the world (the other) a couple of more weeks.
The bad (there's always the bad news) are actually two: the first two weeks you have to put up more of the blog. The second
evidently these heights the words takes longer to reach the brain.
So still no tales, but only a few more photos of the Quebrada de las Conchas, the first and second excursion from Salta "La Linda". But there is also another good
news that a little 'by chance and a little' luck for the trips I'm doing are not only in order of height, in order of beauty.
So expect stories on the rise.
Tomorrow I leave for a two-day hike, I do not think I can connect to the Internet but at least tomorrow night I'll have time to write, in the long evening in a mountain village with few houses. So confident
wait ...

ps greetings to Roberto, now more than a year old but always a little 'closer to its future as a farmer!

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The good news I have not yet found ... Some have

... words.
Especially after another hike today at the Quebrada de las Conchas, which I still imprinted on the retina colors impossible.
So for now I put a few photos of the excursion I made from Tucuman.
soon the story (I hope).
Welcome back from the bridge for those who did.

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Lele Mora ... The pleasure of coffee

... and who, instead, Lola Mora, a sculptor originally from Tucuman, Argentina, the town where I finished (and got stuck) three days.
Tucuman, which actually is called San Miguel de Tucuman, is capital of the province, also called "El jardin de la Republica .
In fact, there are mostly around sugar cane, strawberries and lemons (seems to be the world's largest producer of lemons, who would have guessed ...), as well as the inevitable soybeans.
Here, in a modest house, Argentina declared its independence with a conference back in 1816. It is astonishing that here, where history is so recent (at least the story that was told, one that does not include the Indians) the country has nevertheless achieved its independence half a century before us ... (I do not remember who asked me, here in Argentina, and was amazed from our "young age"). I was stuck in Tucuman
May 1, because everything was closed and the day before there had arrived in time to book an excursion.
And yes here because my path towards the Andes takes an important step.
of El dia trabajador passed away is still smooth, or entirely within one of the largest urban parks in Argentina, where it seemed that the whole city (and surroundings) had poured ...
There was a lot of police around, I do not know why, then I realized that there was very afraid for events on this day (and in fact there have been major disturbances, but in Santiago, Chile).
At last, a bit 'of coolness that is giving meaning to the fact that I brought two sweaters. Until now I have to say that time has always been spectacular, with two days of cold wind in Buenos Aires and one (one) day of rain in almost a month.
Now that I'm going to altitude I have to cover at least the evening, although the day I am still in shirt and sometimes a jacket.
The truth is that I'm not linger because I know how to tell you about my first trip to the mountains. And 'since yesterday that I think and still do not know how to find the words to describe, or at least try.
And not even the Andes, but still pre-Andean Sierras ... A little 'how to go in the Apennines on the way to the Alps with the difference that the Apennines are high in the Andes 4000 meters and more than 6000. I do not know, maybe even look to find the right words.
(for now only securities in anticipation: My first knife, my first condor, my first Indian ruins ...)

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are now in Salta, the only goal of my journey was essential, and I expect the hikes in places that most of all I wanted to see (apart from Patagonia is waiting for me for another trip).
You always start at 7 am and last about 12 hours, so I do not know how I can update the blog in coming days.
I'll try, However, if we do not overcooked by the sun or from ' apunamento (Puna pain, whereas a little' fear, rising above 4000 meters ...).

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A bar, everybody knows, it is usually the best remedy for moments of temporary suspension of reality or other forms of madness. Humberto Costantini

One of the nice things about Buenos Aires cafes, a real institution in the city. There are historical and ultramodern, with unique pieces and chains, but in any case, as you want in what many have called "the Paris of South America", the tradition of coffee is very much alive.
are very common and there you should always be there for a long time to read, study, work, chat, meet.
Ernesto Sabato, among others, has praised the role of coffee as a crossroads of people and stories, doing random encounter in one of these local features of the city.
Although, I discovered, until the 60 cafes were reserved for men. Not to mention the tertulias (circles) of English derivation, where the men drank, played cards and made conversation with a literary background.
I've seen a bit 'and very different types, mainly thanks to Gabriela but also for my natural inclination ... (Idleness, you know, is the father of vice, but perhaps not everyone knows who is my uncle ...)
I'll tell you what I liked best, even if I miss a few more historical ones.
De "El gato negro" I have already spoken. One of my favorites is "modern Clasica y", which in theory should be a library (and in fact the sign outside says "libros") but it really is great coffee in the library three times ... the atmosphere is very intimate, all in wood, there are 23 in the evening at concertina, you can also have lunch, and we'd be just all day. (Link found in the pictures)
Absolutely amazing is the coffee in the library "El University, which is one of the best chains. The office called Grand Splendid is derived from an old baroque theater (imagine something like the Argentina in Rome) turned in a bookstore. There are even a couple of boxes where they kept the chairs of the theater, and you can put there to read books. On stage (which still has the wooden floor, the curtains and old memorabilia type the command for stage lighting) have created this beautiful (it should say, as the name) coffee. You feel almost in awe, as to violate a sacred space, but then the beauty of the place has the best. The British newspaper The Guardian the library has three top five most beautiful in the world. I do not know if it's true, but some must come at least once.
Gabriela took me a couple of coffee in the hotel's historic capital, the ones where you feel uncomfortable if you do not have at least a tuxedo, but what left me much stucco was the coffee of the hotel Faena , Philippe Starck's latest creation.
Everything in this hotel is surreal, from the long entry corridor with side draperies that seem to be in a Lynch film ... (Paul must see!) All rooms are deliberately crossing the boundary between luxury, kitsch, and modern genius. There's a room for aperitifs that you probably already seen on many magazines, but also the dining room and coffee are not bad. Not to mention the Infinity pool. And indeed it seems to be in a design magazine, you can almost see you leaving the page of glossy paper. But without feeling on tiptoe. Apart from when you go to the bathroom, you do not know even where to start well and above all you dirty mind!
are two amazing things: that nothing is really expensive, even the restaurant (the hotel, but there are amazing things in the rooms, check out the site from which I took the pictures) and that everything is made from a former factory of red brick, which have left so intact from the outside that never, ever figure out what's inside.
I do not know what they think about the workers who worked in all my life, but this is the first of these ultra-luxury hotel in which, if one day I wanted to do crazy, really I like to spend a night or two.
A tour on the site is highly recommended, so it's almost mandatory.
Well, I'll update when I come back with historic cafes in Buenos Aires.
Meanwhile I leave you with this testimony of Luisa Venezuela, which explains how he created his satirical novel Aqui Pasan Cosas raras , written in 1979 (according to legend, on paper napkins):

Buenos Aires was then held hostage to violence and state terrorism, and I could not do anything but sit at cafes and brooding. Until I decided that one could write a book of short stories in a month, sitting at the same table, eavesdropping scraps of conversations laden with fear, from which overflowed the general paranoia.