It was time to relax and enjoy the beautiful weather and all that the fine city of Salta had to offer. With a warm climate and no rain while I was there, Salta was an urban paradise. Trees and cafes lined the crowded streets. People were everywhere but it wasn’t a chaotic NYC kind of crowding. Families hung out in the parks, old men sat at cafe tables talking loudly, vendors sold balloons on the street corners. After weeks in some rural and poorer regions in Peru and Bolivia, Argentina felt rich and modern.
One thing that didn’t seem modern were the cars on the streets. So many old cars. I was surprised to see old European and American cars that had been converted to run off natural gas. At the gas stations there are usually more natural gas pumps than gasoline/diesel.
Even though the nice restaurants weren’t that expensive there’s something about finding the local street food vendors and bbq’s that I can’t miss in a city. I found this spot one night. Delicious chorizo (sausage) sandwiches for 15 pesos. With a great bottle of Malbec for only 25 pesos, this is the best street meal I’ve had since Mexico.
I spent three days in Salta enjoying walking along the streets, exploring art museums, McDonalds french fries,and lots of ice cream. With so many dairy farms in the nearby valleys and hillsides that we rode by, it’s hard to find bad ice cream here. I could spend a lot time here. But after 3 days it’s time to ride on.