el bolson

we are in the little hippie town of el bolson--just south of bariloche. the first few days we were here we stayedat a hotel run by this absolutely insane woman who we were sure hated us, she especially liked to make fun of us in indecipherable spanish. she would make fun of anything, emerson´s stature, my cooking habits, (peanut butter was a particularly hilarious item), our asking directions to a laundrymat, basically anything we did was held up in front of the other argentine guests as a source of irritation or hilarious amusement. then on valentines day we offered her some chocolates and that somehow smoothed things over. the argentine people like their sweets... there is no doubt about that! i think they put dulce de leche in the baby bottles here so the kids get weaned on caramel and become sugar junkies, like crack babies constantly jonesing for their ice-cream cone and sandwich-cookie fix.
now we´re staying up the mountain at an organic farm/hostel called chacra cielo. my favorite thing about the arrangement is the kittens. there are at last count, (and as long as the owners´three-year-old kid dante doesn´t succeed at killing any), 8 kittens from two litters. there are also 4 beautiful dogs, bunny rabbits, chickens, and geese. our friend benton is here too.
emerson will tell you all about moonbow and the "vaginal dimention"
peace