Category Archives: Bariloche

Cerro Campanario

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At just over 1,000 meters tall, Cerro Campanario is a pipsqueak among giants. But the view from the top of this little hill is nothing short of colossal. National Geographic once ranked it among the top ten views in the world. The photographs Katrina and I took hardly do justice to the panorama of rolling …

Llao Llao by bike

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Katrina and I have cycled in some picturesque places — along Nova Scotia’s rocky shores, through Wisconsin’s rolling farmland, past clay cliffs and tiny fishing ports on Martha’s Vineyard. Our ride yesterday through Llao Llao had no trouble holding its own.

¡Bife!

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Our dinner at Alto el Fuego, a popular Bariloche steakhouse, is the first time I can remember asking a waitress to box up a salad to go. With all that beef — sizzling, juicy, lovely beef — we didn’t touch a single piece of lettuce. The greens had a hard enough time competing with the …

“Does this count as facing my fears?”

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Despite a giant cement slab at our feet, the wind rocked our little “telecabina” pretty good. Katrina decided to go blind as we descended from the 4,600 ft. peak, asking halfway down, “Does this count as facing my fears?” Even in Argentina, vertigo is still vértigo.
The “teleferico” station is a ten minute walk from our rental house.
Katrina makes a momentary effort to hide her terror.
Katrina’s prayers for a safe descent payed off.
The hilltop had a few good hiking trails and no shortage of fantastic views.

Sweet Home Bariloche

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From our back deck, a moody sky over Lago Nahuel Huapi.
Katrina, estudiando.
Our rental house, upper right, is in Barrio Parque Pehuenes.
At a nearby corner store a man sells soda, snacks, and plug adapters for ten pesos to foreigners who discover they can’t plug in their laptops.

noventa dias

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From my window seat I saw it had started to snow. Below me, an O’Hare worker, a young man, stood on the apron bundled in one of those reflective yellow jackets, his face masked, but not against the cold. He held a hose that snaked along the pavement behind him to a small tank truck, …