When we arrived in Salta we obtained a stack of hundred dollar bills through shady black market dealings.
Then we ate empanadas. With wine.
And sausage and cheese.
At such a rate that Kerri couldn’t get a picture without a finger or knife in the way.
The walls were lined with many different wines. We only had 4 bottles for lunch.
You could pick whole assortments of meats, cheeses, nuts, and fruits for the boards.
The great weight gain had begun.
