the next day we kicked tejoncita out of our ride and left her in the hands of her reluctantly new adopted parents, the hostel staff.
as you can imagine the day was full of good wine, lots of sun, beautiful gourmet food and wonderful views, a dream.
with beautiful wines still caressing our palettes the drive back into town treated us with the dark sillohetted andes under scarred pink skies, infront multicoloured poplar trees lining the road on both sides, monets fascination with them i now understand.
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