Post by Ella.
Travel day. We flew from rustic Patagonia to the bustling city of Córdoba. A speedster taxi ride from the airport got us right back into city mode. The cab driver zipped along, cornering and darting like he was on a race track. We arrived in the city in record time.
Our exuberant host, Virginia, and her teen daughter Alita (who served as translator) met us with Argentine (one cheek) kisses. And a gift basket of goodies. The fixings for fernet and coke, two scrumptious Alfajores, a bag of criollitas, some cheese and salami. And a basket of fruit.
It’s great to get that kind of Airbnb welcome. I’m glad you survived the taxi ride! We had a scary one the other day. I had the thought “If we die on this trip it’ll probably be in a taxi.”
😀 They say Argentine drivers are “aggressive”. No doubt about that! Maybe it comes from having been part of Spain once upon a time.