The church in Salta was also pretty pink.
The inside had lots of marble.
And contained no food.
Which seemed rather unargentinian.
The church in Salta was also pretty pink.
The inside had lots of marble.
And contained no food.
Which seemed rather unargentinian.
This is a park in Salta.
It had a shipwrecked paddleboat (probably due to the wine).
It also had a statue.
And weird ducks.
The ducks are a hybrid of a local duck and a Chinese duck. They are put in the park because they are infertile, so they can’t take over the place.
In Salta we stayed in a pretty pink hotel.
Where they fed us.
Because this is Argentina.
And if your mouth isn’t full you are doing it wrong. Sadly they didn’t make enough chorizo, it was so good but the host took it away for brunch the following day.
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.
I am Albertan, and I have lived all my life there. I constantly defend Alberta beef when travelling or meeting someone who argues that they grow the best beef. I have been changed by a tiny restaurant in Salta where for $10 CAD this is what you got. A giant steak, absolutely perfectly cooked to medium rare that melted in the mouth. Also a side of mash potatoes but that required a separate plate because the steak took up this one on its own. This was the best steak I have ever had and converted me to Argentinian beef as my favourite.
I finished the whole thing no problem. The only problem was we only ate there once.