Day Sixty-Five: "Mendoza! Vamos a Mendoza!!"

Laura and me the night before we head to MendozaLaura told her patients yesterday, “On Monday, don’t come, I won’t be there.”   That’s because we’ll be in Mendoza.  I’m so excited she is coming with me.  She reminds me how amazing it is that we are going to Mendoza.  With all of the traveling I’ve been doing this month, I hate to say it but the excitement of it, while still there, has become routine.  She brings it back.

We land in Mendoza and drive to our hotel.   “Mendoza!” she exclaims.  “We are in Mendoza!”

Laura“For me, this is so special,” she tells me.  I’m so happy I convinced her to come with me.   I imagine being here alone.  That would be ok.  But it’s infinitely better to have Laura here with me.  She is so eager, happy and excited.  It’s infectious.  “These moments, we will never forget,” she says.  I am so grateful for my new friend.

Laura with my paintingWe settle in the hotel and get ready for dinner.  I give Laura the painting I made in Bariloche.  It means so much to her.  She is very sentimental. “I hate that I can’t find the words in English to describe how I feel right now,” she tells me.  But her eyes tell me.  She has an amazing heart.

We head to Azafran for dinner for the first of many good meals and conversations to come.

Dinner at Azafran