The day after Buenos Aires, we took a plane to northwest Argentina and arrived in Salta.
What's out my window, you ask?
Boo yeah! Reminds me of Noah Georgeson's album cover for Find Shelter.
Aside from the disgusting looking sheets, the hotel was awesome. But man, it was really hard to get over those sheets.
Rach showing Pepe some piano trickery.
This lobby is increasingly becoming more Arizonian.
Remember that thing I said about the Argentine's and their 80's? Well this hotel played nothing but 80's music- even the VH1 in the rooms were programmed to play random 80's music, but carefully mixed a random 90's hit in their for good taste. Can't go all 80's.
Unfortunately, the elevator wasn't a safe haven away from the tunes. In fact, I think they played louder in here.
First shoe drop of the day, where we were apparently filmed by a certain music television network.
These kids were awesome; they loved to hug! Nothing's better than that!
Off to the next drop, where the weather started to gust up. Didn't stop us from helping these children out though...
These quick little guys were testing their new TOMS out.
This school was gracious enough to let us participate in their flag ceremony.
Even the Mayor of Salta's secretary came down!
After the two drops (and losing one box on the highway), we were spent. Big Kev and I decided to relax in the jacuzzi, but not before we had to walk down this airport-like ramp to get into the pool area.
After play time, it was time for another dinner full of meat and wine.
We're not quite sure who was singing, but whatever he was doing was making the crowd go NUTS!
This lady should be in bed at this hour!
And so should her friend!
Did I mention the poetic and political graffiti they have out in Argentina? Not just simple, fast tags like here in the States, but actual meaningful words and sayings.
Pretty much.
Part Three, tomorrow!
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