A bit like Mecca for us... we had drunk so much wine from Mendoza back home, we decided to visit the source. It's a surprisingly green city, considering it's in the middle of a desert and for some reason, all the bars have sofas on the street. 
But what am doing drinking beer? I cover my face in shame and quickly organise a trip to a winery. Bodega Sottano offered a picnic with their tour - we liked eating Japanese-style off a gingham tablecloth on a packing crate...
Excellent rose and I learned a lot about how wine is made which I immediately forgot after we drank the bottle of rose. (Sorry no accent but you know I mean pink wine not a flower.)
Excellent rose and I learned a lot about how wine is made which I immediately forgot after we drank the bottle of rose. (Sorry no accent but you know I mean pink wine not a flower.)
And now here's a picture of Switzerland:
Actually, the Lake Geneva lookalike is a manmade lake in Mendoza's vast Parque San Martin. We got lost trying to hike to the lookout point Cerro de Gloria and eventually had to flag a cab in the middle of the park.
But the view from the top was wonderful, it left me speechless (for once, said Pete).
