Back in Cleveland right now no matter what this blog says, as I’m a firm believer of experiencing things over sitting around and writing about them. But don’t worry, the Argentinian chronicles will continue…
I must admit that the gauchos of Argentina have made quite an impression on me, and because I’m a huge believer of “when in Rome” I signed up for a half day of horseback riding outside Bariloche. This being Patagonia, the scenery did not disappoint-
There are a few things I know in life, and one of them is when National Geographic labels a spot as one of the “Top Ten Views in the World” and you’re in town you’ve gotta go see it. And as someone turning slowly into a one woman National Geographic, I’m proud to confirm they’ve nailed this one-
If you’ve ever had the urge to play a joke on the world by picking up Switzerland, shaking out the bankers and expensive prices, moving it halfway across the globe and filling it with fun-loving Spanish and Italians, well you’d better stop because it appears that someone has already done it. It’s in a place called Patagonia.
I’m in Patagonia now, but before getting to that how about a brief tour of the Pierre Auger Observatory where I was this past week? We’ll start off driving six hours from Mendoza on the western side of Argentina through the magnificent desolation with the Andes in the distance-
(We’re so in the middle of nowhere that one of those peaks is where the Miracle of the Andes plane crash occurred in the 1970s. Yup, I heard many a cannibalism joke this past week.) Continue reading
Every collaboration meeting one afternoon is set aside for an asado, which depending on who you ask means Argentinean barbecue or “death by meat.” This year’s asado took place in the shadow of Castillo de Pinchera, a natural rock formation about 40km from Malargue and so decidedly in the middle of nowhere it’s well off the normal tourist trail despite looking quite amazing-
Today was the annual Malargue Day parade, a grand affair for a very small town that normally is home to ~40,000 but certainly swelled to several times that. It felt like more people were in the parade than watching it and the physicists were no exception, proudly marching behind our Pierre Auger Observatory banner (or waving from the back of the observatory pickup if you’re me and think that sounds like fun). It’s worth noting that one member of our party was Jim Cronin, the 1980 physics Nobel laureate, which is cool cause how many of those have you been in a parade with? Continue reading
There is nothing quite like waking up on an airplane, or at least giving up hope of sleep and taking off the eye shade, and begin vigil for the first glimpse of the continent waiting below. You are an explorer about to enter new territory- forget those other people who might have gone before, you are about to plant a flag and declare these lands in the name of Yvette Cendes! (Well in my name if you’re me, and probably yours if you’re you, but you have my blessing if you also want to declare exotic points around the globe for my conquest).
South America is my sixth continent, and the first glimpse did not disappoint. You come in off the ocean flying from North America to Santiago, Chile, and the first indication of an entire continent hiding underneath the clouds were the Andes-