Back in March, we spent a few days in Bariloche, which is south of Buenos Aires, in the Patagonia. It was breathtaking, everything green and blue, clear and crisp… It was also Easter weekend, so the city was holding its festival of chocolate, which was obviously very convenient and fortunate for us.
On our last day, we rented bikes and took a map with us and explored. We decided to take a route to a place called “Catedral,” imagining it would be a trail leading up to some old church, rock structure, or something cool like that… we ended up following that road the steadily climbed steeper and steeper up this big hill, stopping every now and then to take in the view, but mostly catch our breath, and marvel at just how out of shape we had become, and then finally, we reached the top, to find… that “catedral” is the name of the (then out of season) ski mountain, and that there is no actual cathedral. It was all very hilarious, and extremely worth it for the pride of having sweat a bit and for the view.