Cordoba was okay

In Argentina we had another short vacation for Easter.  This will be a little mundane.  I left with two gringos to Córdoba Province.  We arrived Thursday morning in the city of Córdoba and explored the city.  

Then we left to a city called Villa General Belgrano which was settled by Germans.  

From there we were seeking the mountains and left for La Cumbrecita, a small mountain town.  

We; however, didn’t know it was the Disneyland for residents of Buenos Aires.  The place was a sea of Porteños.  I left Buenos Aires to escape what I ended up finding.  I did also find a gorgeous city that made me forget I was in Argentina.  Before then my view of Argentina was substantially clouded by Buenos Aires there is more to this country than one city, imagine that.  Of course there were no available rooms in the two hostels in the city, nor the numerous hotels.  We sat outside one hostel pressure by the fading light to make a decision.  Where to stay?  We kind of decided (and knew this would happen) to just bare the cold and sleep in mountains somewhere, somehow.  The owner of the hostel noticed we didn’t leave after they told us there wasn’t vacancy and offered to show us a place 45 minutes in the mountains with a tent and two sleeping bags.  The place was divine, I felt like I was in Ireland or something equally as magical.  

The man from the hostel left us with the night sky, a broken tent, and two sleeping bags for three people.  We opened the two sleeping bags place one on top of the tent and the other on us.  Every time one person changed directions of our cuddling everyone else woke and shifted, it was beautifully mechanical.  I am here to say that we didn’t die of the cold; the towels must have saved us.  We did hikes and other things and then came back to Buenos Aires.