On Tuesday, March 25th, my folks and I drove from Cordoba to San Juan for a much needed break. The seven hour journey began with a drive through the urbanized city district and then through Carlos Paz. We encountered several police checkpoints along the way, each designed to screw people with hefty fines if they were caught without their seatbelts or if they didn’t have their headlights on. Having your headlights on is a huge deal when driving across Argentina.
This was the first time I’d actually driven since I left the States. I avoided driving in Cordoba because everyone drives a bit crazy, swerving and driving in between lanes. My parents had actually bought me a new car before I moved to Argentina and they hoped that I would start driving it but I told them, “NO WAY!” One of the reasons I had originally moved from Florida to New York was because I didn’t want to worry about having to drive ever again. Like in New York, I rely on public transportation here in Cordoba but I have to admit that I actually enjoyed getting behind the wheel of a car again.
On the outskirts of Cordoba, we entered the province of “La Rioja”. At this stage in the journey, all we saw was a road and a lot of wild country. On occasion, we noticed a few random homes, some seemingly made of clay or red bricks, not in the best conditions.
We stopped at the next town called “Chepes” to refuel and to eat some lunch. We sat at a plaza and had some “milanesa” (breaded steak) sandwiches before heading back on the road.
As we approached the very edges of the province of San Juan, the landscape turned a bit desert-like. The heat was really strong and there was no sign of civilization for several miles. There was however some beautiful scenery along the way.
Suddenly we were forced to take an alternate route because the original road had collapsed due to erosion caused by flooding. This was breathtaking and in a weird way, very interesting to see.
A couple of hours later, we entered a site in a small town called “Vallecito”, which many people consider “holy”. It’s the shrine of the “Difunta Correa”. Many people go there to ask the “Difunta Correa” for favors and it is believed that once she honors the worshipper’s request, they must return and pay tribute to her in this shrine.
This is done in different ways. If you’ve had an accident and survived it, you place your vehicle tags on the path leading up to the shrine. Some also place recreated miniature versions of a home or business that they asked the “Difunta Correa” to help make possible or save. Others buy a plaque thanking this sacred saint. There’s also a small gift shop in the style of an American flea market for people to buy souvenirs of San Juan and the “Difunta Correa”.
A few hours later, we got close to the end of our journey. The mountains, trees, and shrubs had been replaced by modern day civilization. At first, all we saw were crops full of olives and grapevines. San Juan is after all known for their wine industry.
By the time we got to the hotel, we were exhausted. The trip from Cordoba to San Juan took about 7 and a half hours. Shortly after we arrived we had some tea and took a nap. Afterwards we ordered a pizza and then went to bed … again.
We also noticed that there were quite a few signs on the mountains that depicted flying saucers and aliens. I learned that a lot of folks come from different provinces to the mountain regions in search of extraterrestrial encounters.
After some sightseeing, we started to develop an appetite so we headed back toward the capital city of San Juan. By capital, I’m referring to the city district of the province, and not the capital of Argentina.
The homes, the sidewalks, and streets are a lot cleaner than in Cordoba and there doesn’t seem to be a lot of graffiti on the wall. People were quite friendly and respectful of others … especially in traffic.
We ate lunch at a restaurant called “La Remolacha”, which literally translates to the name of the vegetable we call beets. My parents ordered an Argentinean asado. I ordered lasagna because I’m not much of a meat eater. While we waited for our food we had some empanadas as appetizers.
The next morning we got up at 6am and headed back to Cordoba. San Juan was a wonderful experience. The only thing I can complain about it is that things are a lot more expensive than they are in Cordoba, but other than that, it was great.
Below is a video I made of clips I shot during my trip to San Juan. Please enjoy, comment, and share.