We arrived in Bariloche to a pink, gingerbread house. I ate the best lasanga I have had in years, sipped a glass (couple of glasses) of red wine and wandered the pebbley streets in search of chocolate. After buying a bag of chocolate covered cherries, mint chocolate, marzipan, almond, chocolate squares, circles, dots, branches etc. I bit excitedly into a chocolate covered cherry...little did I pay attention to Julie´s warning of a pit...and broke my molar. Ouch.
So much for the cheeryness of chocolate, or cherries. We walked up into the hilly streets today, in search of an orthodontist-dentist, and then realized that the offices would clearly be closed for the afternoon siesta. I was given directions by a woman working in another chocolate shop, where we feasted on media lunas and other pastries (actually I had a great dulce de leche filled crossoint with hazelnuts, I am taking back my dislike of dulce de leche), a beautiful, fiery woman whose house I am determined to visit while I am here.
Dancing tonight, perhaps, since our waiters last night invited us out to a local dance club. I think we should go, since we have not had that experience yet.
The air is so cool here, but it is quite refreshing. I cant wait for a horseback ride and a parilla on an estancia outside of town. I am re-falling in love with the Spanish language. Ok, off to plan some lake adventures/take photographs/wander.
My favorite street name so far in all of Argentina is here: Elflein.
