I am no oenophile but I know the tannins and sugars in reds will punish me with pounding headaches. Today I will I suffer anyway. The Malbec capital of the world is achingly beautiful and sophisticated – all accessible by rented bicycle and foot.
If the always sunny skies and not-quite-nosebleed altitude prove anything it is that perfection is possible.
Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa. Like travel anthologies? I’m in a brand new one called Alone Together: Tales of Sisterhood and Solitude in Latin America which you can get here.