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.