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.