If we would have known the truth beforehand, we probably wouldn’t have gone there. A mildly misleading advertising campaign led us to a world we did not expect. The overall experience was not unpleasant. Indeed, it was actually quite interesting. Nevertheless, I still feel a little like I got sucker punched into a surprise. Oh well, what can you do? The universe deals the cards, all we can do is play them. How and why in the name of Buddha, Allah, Shiva and all the rest did we ever end up there?
We were staying in the small city of San Rafael in the Mendoza province of Argentina. It’s a pleasant place with great wine and a smattering of cultural activities. The hostel was good and so was the food but it was not outstanding or spectacular. And darn it, we wanted spectacular, we wanted the best accommodation in the whole damn province. We also wanted to get outside the city into the natural world of growing things for a while. I stumbled across a listing for “The Tree House” on the hostelworld website and I telephoned the place to get more detailed information. The advertisement and write-up describe it as a country getaway for backpackers in the wine growing region near San Rafael. The guy on the phone is from San Francisco and he says it’s a great place to “chill out” among the olive groves. I have visions in my head of a hidden hippie paradise. I’ve stayed in tree houses before and it has always been a delightful experience. At the very least, I’m hoping it’s the kind of place where I can score a little weed.