huellas de chocolate

The few weeks before I left, Nacho came to the garden every day with us to watch us dig the new irrigation ditches and find our boot prints in the mud.
They were huellas de chocolate, chocolate footprints, and he'd sell them real cheap.
- EY. Mira, mira, mira. Mira. Mira, mira. Ey mira. Son huellas de chocolate. Mira.
And we'd look and act excited and ask him how cheap and pretend to eat them and in three to four hours it would change from below or at freezing to the mid-60s, frost turns to grasshoppers and lunches never last long enough, sometimes you'd want to sit it out until the wintertime early dusk.

Back in Southern California and, well, until the next adventure.

For those who still put up with this poot and who still give a hoot (ie Ma and Amanda and Tori from Denver), I may have added a few more pictures to the photo site. I may have not. Go and check it out fer yerselves.
anywayz, www.dropshots.com

and RinconMadreTierra then organic, the username and password, respectively.

I´m fine so don´t worry yerselves. Bringing wine to the internet cafes is a brilliant idea I should have thought of much much earlier.

Love
Patch

Woke up on a bus to Mendoza that didn´t serve food with a hunger-bloating stomach and no boots (forgot them in Salta) to snowflakes outside the window. I was in flipflops and shorts in the north and suddenly it´s snowing in Mendoza.

And that´s the city. Imagine the campo. A wondrous winter land, to steal the lyrics (wintry wonder land? I aint good at allusions) , that I couldn´t enjoy because of my damn flipflops and now I´ve got a bit of a cold.

The snow melted the next day and it´s been cold enough to snow with a lot of clouds but no snow, which is the worst. Sometimes the sun comes out and working isn´t that bad but otherwise...shit. And for those who have visited the cabin and remember it´s unremarkable ability to insulate, uninsulate, whatever, you can imagine what mornings are like outside yer sleeping sack. Ice box.

Complaints aside, the campo is beautiful under a layer of fresh snow. And once you get that big oil drum stove going good with some hot cocoa or tea or a mate and a warm kitty in yer lap the cabin is pretty cozy and romantic.

Sed it before and here it is again, I´m a sucker for these things so deal with it.