the time i jumped off a mountain with a man strapped to my back and somehow managed to survive (or, a trip that would have given my mom a heartattack)

ok, so maybe it was more like he jumped off the mountain with me strapped to him and i didnt kill us both, but either way, were were on a mountain, and then we werent, and it was crazy. spent last weekend in mendoza, argentina. it was a great trip, although short. we went there by riding through the andes, and there were definitely times i thought the bus was going to fall off the side of the road. it was like we were a toy car set winding up one side of these mtns and then down the other. it was great. we also went on a wine-champagne-olive oil tour, i am now a connesiur (i dont need to spell french words too, ok?) of fine wine. we also took mate, a very traditional south american tea that is really strong and is drunk (drank? my english is getting worse as my spanish gets better) in a teeny tiny cup that you refill after every sip. it was not that tasty, but is considered an honor to be invited to share it with others. so consider me honored. what else? made some argentine friends and laughed with them as costumed partygoers climbed the stairs past us. they are creative with costumes, must be becuase they dont waste them on something like halloween. and then, also, we did jump off the mtn. it was indescrible, and so i wont try. but my guy was proud of me for not throwing up, as i guess a lot of people do. we didnt sleep a whole lot, something about argentines being nocturnal or whatnot, but it was a lot of crazy fun. we tried to get them to move the bus, but it didnt work out

me on top of the mtn we jumped off

guy, parachute, mtn.

my feet, the world very far below me. theres trees on those hills.

me above the world. i wouldnt be looking like such an idiot if the wind hadnt blown my face into that position.