This is what it feels like, but I think the answer is a little city called La Rioja. We have been having a very lazy day (for us) after deciding against a rather expensive all day tour starting 6 a.m. and ending just before we have to catch the next bus. Must be getting wise in our old age.
We have ambled about and managed 2 very interesting museums, an artesan market and a church. We also spent an hour or so in the park, where I was held in conversation with an ancient crone (as opposed to a young one like me) who was a kind of catholic jehovas witness. She was convinced I was Spanish, despite my very poor conversation skills, also that I was in bad company, since Sue was not wearing a hat despite the sun.
Sue:where are we,when is it,when were we,its all a bit like that now,and quite a lot of irrational giggling.We are off to a folklore festival in a minute before catching the night bus to Salta,where I really hope that we can get in a bit of horse riding.Carnival is at full blast back in Rio,so glad were out of it.Mind you,its baking hot here,a sort of no man place in the desert surrounded by mountains,where the entire population seems to be on very noisy scooters.much love
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Now we're getting the real story! That read as though the Mescaline has finally kicked in; the crone was clearly a transcendental by-product and you are now really enjoying yourselves! The talking alligators are next...Time for a day off, ladies! Take care.
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