Humahuaca...

I arrived on bus after dark last night. The taxi to the Hostal Azul cost less than a dollar U.S. A small quaint hostel with 8 private rooms. "What time is breakfast", I ask. "Cuando quierra, senora." Whenever you want, maam. Late, I am sure. After settling into my room I head back to town, a fifteen minute walk, in search of dinner. I hear music and follow it to the Cabildo Restaurant. There are 5 people seated, eating and listening to two musicians play music of the Andean highlands. Between numbers one musician introduces me to those already seated.. a couple from Humahuaca, two men from Salta...and you he says...me parece Italia... I think Italy. No, I confess...los estados unidos, Chicago. I always still claim the city of my birth as home. Shortly after my arrival two more men arrive and are introduced... one from Buenos Aires and the other from Malaga, Spain. The music was fabulous and the dinner wonderful. As I walk back to my hostel I thought, I am going to like it here.

This morning after breakfast I walked out the door of my hostel and for the first time took in the magnificent view... la cordillera de los Andes...is always breathtaking no matter what country one views its magnificence. As I make my way to town I pass the many indigenous peoples in traditional garb about the business of the day. They are at times walking in tandem with those dressed in the typical western garb that we know. This small pueblo with cobblestone streets and adobe buildings is enchanting. Once again ... me encata!

I don´t know when I will be able to make another post. I leave tomorrow morning for the border and if I am lucky will be on the train to Uyuni in Bolivia tomorrow afternoon. Hasta luego...