Behind the Lens
Argentina, Part Three: Tupungato
Wendy climbs back in our jalopy clutching a hastily drawn map, the product of a conversation with three policewomen. They couldn’t have been more helpful, apparently, despite hardly a word of common language, but the map is baffling. So, where to?
I could just sign up for another day of internet roaming and check on my phone, but data here costs a fortune so let’s do it the old way with vague maps and indecipherable directions. We drive on out of town, looking for the turning for Tupungato Divino, our next bodega.
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