Argentina

Arriving early in the morning from Mendoza Frank, Zach and I made our way through the streets of Cordoba. We checked into a mega-hostel with dozens of beds, 2 bathrooms, a single knife in the kitchen and phrases etched on the wall, such as:

I´ve slept witha different girl in each and every bed each night. I got drunk and pissed on all the door handles, and I farted repeatedly in the fridge.
Of course, non of the above is true. But I have had an amazing time here. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE - you have the perfect hostel!
Leo Holfirth - England
P.S. Never want to leave!

Some Israeli girls gave us a hard time about how long it took to cook our delicious vegetable medley.
After dinner the hostel screamed to life. Everyone in the common spaces smoking, drinking and listening to oasis covers by a local duo. Yikes!
We arose early the next morning to catch a bus to a national park known its´Andean Condor population.
Our sleepiness wore off as we made our way through the beautiful grasslands and craggy gorges of the park. We saw two condors far in the distance and a meadowlark stole cheese out of my hand.

After our bus trip from Santiago Zac, Frank, and I spent a day enjoying the city of Mendoza. The town is absolutely beautiful with large parks and squares populated with abundant trees now losing their leaves in the first months of winter.
We ambled around and bought some produce (including the best damn fennel root I´ve ever eaten) and cooked while watching the spurs lose their final game of the series.
We went to bed with lowered spirits but arose early to catch a bus to Maipu - a region known for its´wine production.
We arrived and rented bikes - intending to teach Zach to ride a bike in a short time then visit a few of the vineyards.
Zach was a champion and with the help of his brother was riding a bike in under an hour.
Team Kearl strikes again.
We pedaled down the beautiful roads to the first bodega and received a free tour and tasting. Unbelievable wines.
We entered a subterranean cellar and could smell the fermentation.
The countryside continued to get prettier with the fading light. We all fell in love with the place - Frank gathered information on living/working there.
We hit two more vineyards that day then hopped a bus to Cordoba.
Zach only fell once.