Mendoza

I think I´m in love with Argentina, yes I know it´s a little fast and we don´t know each other well, but I feel very at home here on the tree lined streets of Mendoza. Maybe because it looks European, maybe because they have great shops, but maybe it´s something a little deeper. We do have our differences, Argentina likes it´s meat, okay this is a complete understatement. Arriving at hostel Damajuana, on Tuesday I was offered a ticket to a BBQ, I asked will there be anything other than meat? The reply, yes chicken. Umm anything other than "chicken", um we could cook you a sweet potato.
All great loves have there difficulties, taking the ham off a tuna sandwich isn´t brilliant, but I´ve learned it is possible. Waiting for restaurants to open at 10pm at night isn´t easy on my digestion, but I think I can change.
Watching the Argentina vs Chile match in a bar last night I found myself cheering for Argentina (no I haven´t forgotten the hand of God incident), but after all being British I feel responsible for Argentina´s hate for Chile. Apparently Chile allowed British troops access to Argentina during the Falklands. What can you say, we get everywhere.
I may find it frustrating that everything shuts between 1 and 5pm, but I can learn to take naps. And hey if you say you are going to be somewhere at a set time, why not be late? Really what does it matter? It´s only time.
Yes I think I could quite easily stay here. But then there´s a sun lounger somewhere on a white stretch of Brazilian beach with my name on it. Maybe another time Argentina.

The streets of Mendoza.