When we arrived at the place, we were already awestruck. It was only 10 minutes from the border of town, but it felt as remote as the mountains in the distance. It was quiet, serene and beautiful.
We met Enrique, and straight away named him "Hot Horse Guy", not only was he good looking, but he was as hospitable as anyone could want.
We saddled up and went for a ride through some amazing land, the town stretching before us and the mountains framing the back.
Unfortunately my photo's don't do the place justice.
After the ride, we helped Enrique unsaddle the horses, with Oswaldo, his farm-hand. Then we were treated to one of the best Asado's we had in Argentina.
We fell in love with the place then and there.
It was on this night that Enrique mentioned that he wished he could open a hostel, or something similar, in order to increase awareness and interest in the area.
The thought stuck with us and we fantasised about the idea for a while.
At some stage, after my brother joined us and we told him about the place, the fantasy dissolved into hopeful discussions.
We went back to Mendoza two short times after that. We met up with Enrique, and his fiance, Sofi, and started talking more seriously about running a hostel in the area.
It has been a roller coaster ride since then, but mostly things are still going the way they were discussed over another fantastic Asado, and a few bottles of great Argentinian red wine.
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