After 3 nights at the Sheraton Mendoza with 2 days of tours (Andes & wineries), we hopped a plane a little south further into the Andes as we landed in Bariloche. It was much cooler & very windy when we arrived, but otherwise things looked lovely, although a bit cloudy when we arrived.
I was giddy to finally be into the mountains & ready to explore those beautiful peaks and spires. Although things appeared a little cloudy, we weren’t too worried as the weather forecast was lovely for the next few days.
After checking into our hotel, we headed downtown for some lunch and exploring. Bariloche instanly reminded me of a campy ski town back in the states- perhaps Steamboat or Veil. So many little shops and stores, tons of young hippy types looking for something to do until ski season returned, and a half dozen chocolate shops that beckoned me at every corner.
We popped into the cozy & funky Friends restaurant where I snagged a delicious salad, a few bites of pizza, and of course another bottle of wine.
The next morning, I woke up early & went for a fantastic run- I loved the hills, the breathtaking views of the lake at every turn, and of course the nice cool weather. So energized and inspired, I did a mini-session of yoga and stretching when I arrived home & hubby snapped these fun photos of me from our porch. Great view, eh?
I have such mixed feeling about Bariloche- I absolutely adored the town and almost every minute here. It reminded me so much of Lake Tahoe or Queenstown, New Zealand. This was the view from our room every morning, except for the day we were set to depart and we were greeted with a ominous “fog” of volcanic ash that would wreak havoc on the final week of our vacation.
GOOD NEWS OF THE DAY: Margaritas and fajitas with the girlfriends tonight.
