May Day...May Day... May Day!

When I was a child, my elementary school had a May Day Festival,  dancing (each class learned a different dance) Maypole, etc.  Go figure that around the world May Day means a holiday from labor.  The bustling village from yesterday afternoon had turned into a quiet ghost town!  The Wine Museum was closed- much to Jim's disappointment, once again!  We were able to get money from the ATM, gas for the car, and visit one open vineyard that couldn’t have been nicer.  
Visiting the ATM-  the choices are few but we select 2000AR$ which ended up not enough to fill the gas tank!  Jim says it’s only about $40 American.  

We toured around Cafayete ( the Y makes a Zzza sound) and I took Jim around the most exclusive areas as you can see by these two photos.  It truly is a diverse landscape and population.  

A block away we saw what kids the world over do with a mop or broom

We had to take pictures by this bedega for 'home ' sake!  Yes, it  was closed
  

This is interesting to me.  This is a trash 'box, bin, can'?    Everything is off the ground, I suppose to keep trash away from the stray dogs.  

 What a differencea small town makess!  This was the local church and it was very modest.

In the village was this building which we pondered over until invited in by another tourist.  I thought it may have been a school or nursery.  What do you think?  Llamas, other animals and inside a kiln- yes, a creative potter.

There is much Italian influence here as noted by the many pastas on menus.  The place we are staying made a reservation for us for 
lunch at the Piattelli vineyard.  It was a dirty and bouncy road to get
 there and it’s quite a beautiful bodega.  Here are some views-

   

 

I guess I haven’t mentioned our new friends, a young family we met in Salta at the hotel.  They are from CA but currently living in Patagonia for a year.  They have two young boys about 12 & 7 and they seemed to latch on to 'American Accented' us.  The dad went to Univ. of CO.  They traveled here  today and we ran into them at the vineyard.  Crazy!  We didn’t think we’d see them again.  Now we have exchanged names and numbers so we may see them in WP in the future.  

Here we sit, on our patio enjoying the light playing on the mountain landscape.  We know how lucky and blessed we are and are thankful.
We head back to Salta tomorrow.  Until then...or later! 
💜Barbara