christmas in patagonia (the place where they make all the cool outdoor gear?)

No no, it's the magical land where you go once you've bought all that expensive and colorful gortex garb. And we're on our way.

Ho ho ho and a happy new year!

We've been in Bolivia nearly eight months, and Tom and I are about to embark on our first ever south american vacation. We've toured various parts of Bolivia (all amazing) under the guise of getting some work done, but now we're about to head into Argentina, land of good wine, chocolate, ocean, and patagonia. Perhaps it has even more than those to offer, but them are good enough for me.

On Christmas we're flying into San Carlos de Bariloche, Argentina for a week and some to play with Maggie and Matt, good buds of ours from home. They picked this town as a meeting point based on its mountain and lake awesomeness. We can't freakin wait.

Today is the first day of winter. There is snow back home, Christmas music, red ribbons and green wreaths -I can picture it all so clearly. And here we are, sweating our socks off in 99 degree humidity. They put up Christmas lights here too, and sometimes you hear strange versions of spanish dubbed christmas tunes, but man, sure feels like summer. I can't wait to get down to patagonia, spend some nights under the stars, play in the mountains, take a dip in a crystal clear lake, and play with some fine old friends. That sounds like a holiday to me.


So here's Chile and Arge, and the orange part is Patagonia. We'll be sort of nestled between the H of cHile and the G of arGentina.

It's reported to look kind of like this:

But I haven't been yet and stole these pictures off someone else's blog. Hope we get to see some views as sweet as this.

And this is a picture of the hostel where we're staying for five dollars a night:

As if. You can only find a deal that sweet in Bolivia. Come find out for yourselves. I'm serious.