mama roja.

after picking up a new, oregonean, travel partner, her sack of veggies and her mandolin and blowing throgh mendoza and cordoba like we had a fire raging under our cooshie cama-class seats, the dust settled and we found ourselves in the sleepy town of obera in the misiones provence.

... and whooie! its a whole other ball game up here. misiones makes its home in the northeast, stumpy finger-shaped, sub-tropical corner of argentina. its painted all in reds and pinks and greens and all a flury with butterflies, tarantulas, venemous snakes, misquitos, no-see-ems, and a schmorgusborg of other bugs im pretty sure are extra terrestrials.

and the internet people are kicking me out so for more information see:

http://mamaroja.blogspot.com