Chacras

Carrie and I left for Córdoba Sunday night. Before that, I spent my time on Sunday well. Carrie, Catie, Rachael and I went to Chacras, a cute little town just outside of Mendoza. Every Sunday, local artists and antique dealers sell their goods on the square. It's lovely. Weather-wise, it might have been the worst day of the whole time I've been abroad. It was cold and precipitating. We're in a desert; that isn't supposed to happen. But with that exception, it was a beautiful day.

The church beside the square. It was little and simple.

Catie bought a hat.

I bought two mates. It's a shame I haven't posted about mate. It's a tea that is everywhere. People gather around mate. One person serves it and each person takes their turn drinking. The server finishes one serving first, refills and passes to the person beside them. That person finishes (and rather quickly) and returns the mate to the server. It gets refilled and passed to the next person. Repeat. When Christina (the president of Argentina) visited the newly elected Pope (also Argentine), she brought him a mate.