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February 14, 2018

My Valentine to Argentina (Drive Day 230: Feb 14th, 2004)

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It is fitting that our last day in Junin is Valentine’s because we are equally, unabashedly smitten. We have camped without any fear of imposing because the welcome is so natural. We haven’t locked the doors since getting here and we toss our towels on branches while we swim in the crystal-clear waters without worry. There is literally no hotel in the world that could be more romantic than our bunk in the cozy Avion. Argentina is both reward and renewal in the way that only travel offers.


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Published on February 14, 2018 07:08

February 13, 2018

Closer to my parents (Drive Day 229: Feb 13th, 2004)

[image error]Being forced to sell the camper in Bolivia meant my parents never got to see this part of the Pan-American Highway. I have a feeling if they had, we might never have gone on to South Africa or back to North America. No doubt some of Junin’s charm is in the energy of the rodeo – not every day would be as interesting and colorful if you lived here fulltime. But this freedom, this openness, is what my parents were searching for and would have found in Argentina. Everyone camps. There is an appreciation for tranquility. We are no longer the oddities we were in the rest of the continent and I am not oblivious to the relief of fitting in. The festival is coming to a close and pulling up stakes will be harder than ever before.


Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa. Like travel anthologies? I’m in a brand new one called Alone Together: Tales of Sisterhood and Solitude in Latin America which you can get here.

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Published on February 13, 2018 07:06

February 12, 2018

Country and western (Drive Day 228: Feb 12th, 2004)

 


[image error]Western is still a lifestyle here in Junin; it hasn’t been reduced by tourism quite yet. There are corner stores that sell saddles next to the powdered milk. In the heat of the day, even during Puestero, Argentineans take a three-hour break, close their shops and close ranks with their families for the big meal of the day and a siesta. It may be the never-far-off sounds of bandoneons and accordions but it seems like people work simply to live – not the other way around.


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Published on February 12, 2018 07:04

February 11, 2018

Mapuche magestry (Drive Day 227: Feb 11th, 2004)

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Kicking through dusty streets watching cowboys cleaning saddles is a time warp. We could be in wild west America, except the scenes playing out in front of us don’t seem to contain any Indians. Until the day of the big parade. That’s when we see the entrada of the Mapuche. They too ride with long facons tucked in the small of their backs but instead of blousey shirts tucked into pleated riding pants, the indigenous riders wear solemn red ponchos and leather boots as wafer thin as socks.


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Published on February 11, 2018 06:59

February 10, 2018

Sacrificial lambs (Drive Day 226: Feb 10th, 2004)

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The festival is building to its finale and the campground is overflowing with families. Each designated spot is filled with a pile of firewood surrounded by lawn chairs and a ring of tents and cars serving as changing rooms, pantries and extra beds. One family pulls up in an old Ford Falcon with a kid on the roof holding a fuzzy white lamb in his lap. I knew Argentineans are all about family but I had no idea they even brought their pets to campgrounds. Well, turns out they don’t. On my way back from the showers I saw that in less than ten minutes the “pet” was hanging from a rope without its skin and the kid had turned his attention to the cooking fire.


Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa. Like travel anthologies? I’m in a brand new one called Alone Together: Tales of Sisterhood and Solitude in Latin America which you can get here.

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Published on February 10, 2018 06:58

February 9, 2018

The joy of waiting (Drive Day 225: Feb 9th, 2004)

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We have no idea which day or event is the most important and it is delectable not to care. Each day brings more time to absorb Argentinean rural culture. Even waking at night to walk through the campground to the bathrooms is accompanied by the soft sounds of tango playing from radios. The local classifieds are a window to another world – where horses cost more than cars, and the newest cars for sale are from the 80s.


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Published on February 09, 2018 06:55

February 8, 2018

The proper hat (Drive Day 224: Feb 8th, 2004)

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I have never been happier to own a decent cowboy hat. Because not wearing one would mark you a rube in Junin this time of year. I see almost every kind imaginable: from improbably white, distinguished straw toppers to rakishly angled wool fedoras. Hats are obviously the second most important accessory behind the facon knife, not-so-discreetly tucked under the belt at the small of your back, immediately accessible for emergency lasso cutting or slicing through a hunk of grilled beef. Luckily for us, the makers of fine hats and facons have set up a blocks-long market through the center of town.


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Published on February 08, 2018 18:54

February 7, 2018

Off to the races (Drive Day 223: Feb 7th, 2004)

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Growing up in Oregon, I’ve seen rodeos. And this trip started with watching my brother-in-law Michael ride in the Prescott Arizona Independence Day rodeo. Junin’s Festival de Puestero is a tad more competitive, it seems. Like hold on to your reins and ride as though lives depend on it competitive. My mouth gapes until I choke on swallowed dust and learn to watch like a local – with cool appraisal and nonchalance.


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Published on February 07, 2018 06:52

February 6, 2018

Cowboys start filling up the campground (Drive Day 222: Feb 6th, 2004)

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We wake to an almost full campground and the sounds of horses snorting in the morning air. Overnight Junin has become a staging ground for gauchos. And a fashion show. Men, interested in the latest accessories? Try an exquisitely woven belt through which you stash a silver-cased knife known as a “facon.” Extra points for intricate filigree and embroidery.


Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa. Like travel anthologies? I’m in a brand new one called Alone Together: Tales of Sisterhood and Solitude in Latin America which you can get here.

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Published on February 06, 2018 06:50

February 5, 2018

A revelation: all progress is not forward (Drive Day 221: Feb 5th, 2004)

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Yamil and Magali inform us that we left Junin de los Andes a week too soon: next week is the famous Festival de Puestero. Apparently it’s the rodeo to end all rodeos and no Argentinean can call himself a gaucho if he doesn’t dress up and ride.


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In every road trip I have ever taken, even those that involve a circuit, the idea is to keep driving forward. See new things. Never waste time backtracking unless you’re lost. I’ve never questioned this unwritten rule until now. But we have already “completed” the original mission: finding the camper of my childhood. We are not obligated to follow a map or check off boxes on a bucket list. Even the idea of “finishing” the Pan-American Highway because my parents couldn’t does not come with a schedule. It feels rebellious, pointless and sublimely irrational for two non-horsey types to return to a town for a rodeo on the recommendation of two kids we met two days ago. Which is precisely why we say yes to going back. Scrapping schedules and delighting in detours is a privilege only road trips offer. It would somehow be a crime not to revel in it. The campground is still waiting for us, as if the fish and the birds knew we’d come to our senses and return.


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Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa. Like travel anthologies? I’m in a brand new one called Alone Together: Tales of Sisterhood and Solitude in Latin America which you can get here.


 

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Published on February 05, 2018 06:47