Torrontes Country

Desperately trying to eat G's delicious looking jeans

The drive into Cafayete is nothing less than spectacular. The road winds through the quebrada (canyon) floor unfolding incredible views at every turn, towering slices of rock folded like origami give way to desert then vineyards. Cafayete is torrontes heartland, fortuitously our favourite variety of white wine. We hired bikes and peddled out along sandy roads through vineyards to a goat farm, buying fresh goats cheese.
We chose to do a tour of the quebrada since driving through it didn't seem to give us much insight. The English speaking guide that was promised didn't eventuate, so we contented ourselves with wandering as far from our vaguely annoying, Spanish only speaking guide as possible and making up our own tour.

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