This weekend we went to Uspallata, which is a small town at the base of the Andes mountains. (There is a beer named after the Andes mountains because the Andes mountains are so famous) When we were there, we found a little kitten and named him Tiger Junior because it looked like Tiger, our cat in Mendoza. He was a sweet cat and didn't scratch. He managed to get inside a little ice cream shop, and they shooed him away with a newspaper. He was hungry, so we fed him ham, cheese and bread that we bought at a gas station. He immediately gobbled up all the food. We thought about taking him home, but he might belong to someone or, if he didn't, he probably wouldn't want to go on a car ride that lasted 2 hours.
Not only did we find a cat, but we went horseback riding. Rebecca rode a creamy colored horse, Annabel rode a brown horse, Julie rode a white horse, Mark rode a white horse with brown spots, and the guide rode a beautiful brown horse. We were followed by a pack of dogs that we think were protecting us from other dogs. On either side of us were lots of trees. One kind of tree was called los alamos. They protect crops from the wind. We saw cows and horses with big ears, and we think that they were half horse and half donkey. We got to trot on the horse ride. Rebecca especially liked trotting and said her horse was the best because it did whatever she said.
On the way there and home, there was a beautiful view. On one side, there was a lake that was a lovely blue color. On the other side, there were mountains, and mountains, and mountains.
Not only did we find a cat, but we went horseback riding. Rebecca rode a creamy colored horse, Annabel rode a brown horse, Julie rode a white horse, Mark rode a white horse with brown spots, and the guide rode a beautiful brown horse. We were followed by a pack of dogs that we think were protecting us from other dogs. On either side of us were lots of trees. One kind of tree was called los alamos. They protect crops from the wind. We saw cows and horses with big ears, and we think that they were half horse and half donkey. We got to trot on the horse ride. Rebecca especially liked trotting and said her horse was the best because it did whatever she said.
On the way there and home, there was a beautiful view. On one side, there was a lake that was a lovely blue color. On the other side, there were mountains, and mountains, and mountains.
What stunning pictures! I love the descriptions too. It must have been hard leaving that little cat there. We miss you like always.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures. Post more! We miss you like crazy. Sounds fun. I wish I was horseback riding in such a beautiful setting. But, I'm going to a bodega to buy a sandwich now, almost as fun. ;)
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