Wind walkin

The plane lands, or should I say smashes on night pavement. Bienvenidos a Tucuman!

The man with the white moustache to my right hands me a paper with his info. "If you need anything, dont hesitate to call me. I have many connections with the Tucuman embassy." Suddenly, the capital city of Tucuman seems less dangerous than what others have described: poverty and crime. "Thanks Fernando! We´re off to Tucuman Hostel."

When we arrive, Carlos, the desk employee, greets us with open arms. He was a pilot in California pre-911 and now is back in Tucuman. We converse about Cali and the Santa Monica airport. Jonathan mentions paragliding in Tucuman, AKA jumping off a mountain with a parachute (and a guide), and Carlos´ eyes open wide and shoot lazer sun rays over his hypnotizing smile. He immediately whips out his phone and shows us videos. "Yes! I will go with you tomorrow! Ill book it now..."

So, its morning in Tucuman and we chill out over some toast and tea. After we paraglide, we will head to Tafi de Valle, a picturesque green valley with nothing much but walking roads and from what I read, amazing cheese. But, we´ll find out soon. Then, we will hit up the ruins in Amaicha for a couple hours before we hit Cafayate, the wine capital of Salta. Do I taste drunk horseback riding on the tip of my mind´s tongue? Take it in stride. Glide with wind. Tucuman day 1, begin!