So next we were on to a town called Mina Clavero in Cordoba province. Up until two days before we had thought that we were going to Cordoba city, so it was a shock to discover that MC is 4 hours away by bus and is more of a village in the mountains than anything else.
None the less we were excited, deciding to make the most of it we realised that going to the country would be refreshing after over a month in cities.
We had multiple issues on pur journey there though, this was Egg’s least organised moment so far; we started by nearly missing our bus from Rosario, due to Egg thinking it was 50 mins later than it in fact was, and when we got off in Cordoba we left behind my notebook with all my spanish vocab etc. I was very sad about this but I’m slowly getting over it. The bus was over an hour late getting into Cordoba, so we missed our connection to Mena Clavero and had to spend the night. Then there was nowhere gluten free to eat so I had a bowl of olives sand a bowl of ham, yum.
When we left and arrived in Mina Clavero, Egg had not told Christian (whose family we were working for) what time we were arriving, so we only just caught them before they went out. Egg also then realised he had left his phone in the taxi. After an excruciating phone call to the taxi company in very poor Spanish (and a call by Christian) we were lucky enough to get it back- very honest folk in MC.
After an eventful journey we settled into life in MC. Like many places here, nothing is open between 1 and 5 for the siesta, so during this time we usually eat and shower (there’s only hot water here at the hottest time of day). Egg paints the house from 10 til 2, and I watch the children, Santiago 9 and Candela 7, from 7 til 11. Sometimes I watch them for a but at lunch to depending on the schedules of Noelia and Christian. They are they busiest, and maybe a bit disorganised, people I have ever met with multiple jobs teaching English, running holiday cabins studying to become certified English teachers and dropping children off at many extracurricular activities.
Still, they made us feel welcome and a couple of times we drank mate with them over some scones (which we made) and fig jam (which they made). They were studying English literature while we were there, so we also talked a bit about hamlet.
As they teach in a private English school, egg and I went to some classes so they students (from children to OAPs) could talk to native speakers, and earned a teeny bit of money from doing some extra classes.
I also went to a primary school in a nearby town Palohoma, to give a dramatic reading of Winnie the Witch. Obviously it went down very well.
One weekend we went to villa Las Rosas for the Saturday food market, I tried my first locro (basically lots of corn) and egg ate everything he could find.
Mina Clavero is principally a summer tourist resort for Argentinians and it is very beautiful so we went for lots of walks along the river. There are two dogs in this house, Aragon and Briza, and both are quite sweet, but bark a lot and have a tendency to push me out of hammocks. Almost every house here has a lot if dogs, all guarding their territory, so until we learnt how to say “stay” in Spanish (“cucha” or literally doghouse) we had some scary walks to town when Aragon followed us and incurred the wrath of all the other dogs.
Also here, egg ate ice cream, we tried gluten free baking, egg ate lots of empanadas, we started hand washing clothes in earnest, I learnt how to talk to children in Spanish, I skipped and we scared a horse. Or more accurately, the dogs did.
Next up, a farm in San Juan.