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Catch up time!
Uruguay... the land of one handed workers (they need their other hand to hold their Mate). Back to Buenos Aires... then a long train to Cordoba (Shoes must remain on at all times while riding their train).
Cordoba! Met up with Frumbergs friend Martin for 1 minute (we will later reunite) then hop a bus to San Marcos Sierras! The hippiest town this side of the Andes... besides maybe El Bolson... to meet our wwoof host. Find her in the main square and head out to start WORKING. Its beautiful... think Santa Barbara / Santa Ynez without ocean.
Birds a chirping, we set up camp under a huge Talla tree, whos leaves we later add to our mates, and start working on our hosts massive mud brick house.
16 parts clay, 5 parts horse shit, 3 parts straw, 3 parts sand. stomp it up, add some water, and you got a house!

Every night delicious meals, relaxing around the campfire, walking tne dry river bed to town, and teaching our New Zealander friends how to knit. Jacqui moves on (not into the hosts) and I stay. A few weeks and we reunite at Martin's in Cordoba! Kick it at Casa de Martin then head north to Salta, where I now sit sipping some wine after a great broccoli pasta. Life is bueno.