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.