I swear as soon as I got in that car tears started welling up. I rolled down the window, found a typical southamerican station jamming the 80s tunes and seriously got the chills. It had been about 5 mos since I had laid my hands on a steering wheel and it felt gooood. It was a little unnerving confronting that crazy argentine driving style, i might not have survived in Buenos Aires, but I did on the Salta streets and exploring the andes of northwest argentina. My road trip partners Alex, Amy , and Flea had no idea what they were in for seeing as I was the only one confident enough with a standard to drive the little VW golf....
A side note: renting this car made me realize I am turning 25 in a few months. Well lets say the wonderful rent-a-car man was o-so-lovely to point that out. Calling me a liar when I told him I was 24. I guess I confused "Cuantos años cumples" with "Cuantos años tienes" but whos keeping track anyway....me now.
One of our first stop along the parque nacional los cardones, named for the type of cactus that populate the valle . The man taking the picture was partially toothless and selling rocks, herbs, dried animal parts, furniture, shells, sand, you name it. Unfortuntely for Felecia he didn't have the herb she was looking for...
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