of Spanish and sauerkraut

Sunday we took a second road trip, this time to Los Cumbrecita, another German Alpine village on the edge of the Sierras in central Argentina.

When you get to the village, it is deep in a ravine, down a bumpy cobblestone street. You have to park and walk across a bridge into the small town— no cars allowed. As soon as you cross the bridge you are headed up hill, with shops and restaurants along the narrow dirt streets. Continue reading “of Spanish and sauerkraut”