{"id":2029,"date":"2014-10-15T22:54:52","date_gmt":"2014-10-16T03:54:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/myhomemendoza.wordpress.com\/?p=29"},"modified":"2014-10-15T22:54:52","modified_gmt":"2014-10-16T03:54:52","slug":"a-trip-to-the-middle-of-the-mountains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/wrpg211\/2014\/10\/15\/a-trip-to-the-middle-of-the-mountains\/","title":{"rendered":"A Trip to the Middle of the Mountains"},"content":{"rendered":"

Starting the Journey.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I wake up early in the morning. It is Sunday, the perfect day to rest and enjoy Mendoza\u2019s landscape. Today we are heading towards Valle del Sol, <\/em>in Potrerillos. The night is slowly moving away giving place to the rising Sun that wants to become the owner of the sky, as it does almost every day in Mendoza, the province of the \u201cSun and great wines.\u201d I pre<\/span>pare everything for a picnic day and start my journey.<\/p>\n

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I am driving through the highway, Acceso Sur<\/em>. Not many cars fill the road. The red Sun finally leaves the night behind as its soft rays glow timidly all over the landscape around me. Outside of my car, the air is clean and crisp at this time of the day, though I know that in a few hours the weather will be much warmer.<\/p>\n

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I look up towards the West and I find them there, majestic, within the reach of a hand. They change colors as the Sun illuminates them, they seem to adopt different shapes, sometimes higher, sometimes lower. They stand there silent, impressive, immovable, watching every corner of Mendoza. They, the mountains, seem to speak to the beholder without saying a word.<\/p>\n

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I turn my head to the left and I see my girlfriend smiling at me. She is my companion in these Sunday trips. While I drive she brews mate<\/em>, a typical beverage from Argentina. She has cooked a cake the previous night and we eat it as we drive. It is delicious.<\/p>\n

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Mate<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Potrerillos<\/strong><\/p>\n

After half an hour of driving through the mountains, we get to Potrerillos dam. The view at this point is wonderful: the Sun shines over the blue water, the mountains surround this nest of nature. Some sports fans are windsurfing, others sailing their boats, some fishermen are fly-fishing.<\/p>\n

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