For a variety of reasons I neglected my blog in 2014. I plan on reversing that in 2015 to get back to the writing and storytelling that I love.
If you missed my writing, I did have a bit of travel writing published this year. I plan to update the ‘articles’ section soon with those links. Check back soon.
In the meantime, here’s one of the published articles. This one was published on the Huffington Post earlier this year — Six Tips to Ace Your First Business Trip
A happy and healthy new year to you. Thanks for reading. Much appreciated.
More in 2015.
The next day I didn’t have a plan (shocking, right?). I left with Marissa when she left for work. I planned to find WiFi and possibly find a wine tour, which all left super early. My search for a café with WiFi took longer than expected so I didn’t order anything until I could confirm a WiFi connection. I felt that the lack of WiFi was synonymous to my current situation and compounded the loneliness I was starting to feel.
When I finally found a successful WiFi connection, I ordered another submarino. If you have the opportunity to try one of these most delicious hot chocolate-like drinks, I highly recommend tasting one.
Finding out all the tours to the wineries had left for the day I was convinced that I was SOL for the day. I sent a note to local Couchsurfing hosts in Mendoza to see if anyone was around because I was up for anything.
If your first guess is a deli counter at a local supermarket, you are wrong.
I am at the hardware store. I needed to buy a converter for Argentinian outlets and this is what I get upon arriving into the shop. I let them know I was just making a purchase, I didn’t need anything other than a converter and was directed to take a number.
I dropped my bags and Marissa and I headed out for dinner. We went to a real, honest-to-goodness restaurant; including tablecloths! We didn’t take but one photo but we toasted glasses of Argentina’s own Malbec and laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. The portions were huge so we took our leftovers to go and in turn learning a new phrased while asking for it to go, para llevar.
After dinner we did get onto our respective computers and Skyped, she with her sister, and me with the boyfriend. We each waved to the other’s Skyper so that if we wound up murdered or missing the next day, the other family would know who did it.
Thankfully, we both awoke and she headed off to work and with no plans, I headed out to wander and explore more of Mendoza for the day. Until it would be a socially acceptable hour to meet Marisa at the Vines … again … for Mendoza’s finest libations.
Two glasses of wine, a bag of Walkers crisps and a new friend, Marisa, later, I have an invitation to stay with her in her apartment for the rest of the week.
Here’s how it went down. She worked at the Vines and after work she came to enjoy a glass of wine. Realizing how odd it was for someone to be sitting next to all of their belongings (read: backpacker gear) and sipping a lovely glass of wine, she decided to start a conversation.
We clicked immediately.
She decided that I was ‘normal’ because I knew someone who knew someone who introduced us to Emily. I decided she was normal because we went through two glasses of wine together without missing a beat.
She realized my conundrum and invited me to stay in her two bedroom apartment for the rest of the week. Her reasoning – she had an extra bed and I didn’t even have one. We left the bar, went back to her apartment to drop my stuff and headed out for the night and laughed about how our friends back in the States would find this extremely unsafe and weird.
After several glasses of Argentina’s finest at the Vines, Marissa and I decided we probably needed some sustenance as we walked to her apartment.
Once the taxi dropped us off in Mendoza, I headed back to the hostel, grabbed my bags from the locker in the basement, said goodbye to the front desk and raced to the Vines.
When I arrived, with my bags in tow, Emily saw me and her jaw dropped.
‘Didn’t you get my email?’
‘No. I was out all day. Everything ok?’
‘The trip was cancelled. Investors are here and they are going tonight.’
What’s a girl (who has all of her belongings in tow) to do but drop her bags and have a glass of wine? Or two.
Was pretty and uneventful. I was a little nervous about being late because the taxi driver was more social on the ride home and was sharing stories, and pulling over for photo opps.
We all fell asleep – no surprise, after being in the warm sun and thermal pools all day.