Maipú Mendoza Wine Bicycle Vineyard Hop
Maipú Mendoza Wine Bicycle Vineyard Hop.
Life is a funny thing. Here we are on a rock flying through space, rotating on its axis at 1670 km/h. Some humans are in an office crunching numbers. Some are preforming surgery. We chose today to rent bicycles for $5 and ride around Maipú, Argentina, drinking samples of wine in a vineyard, and then riding off to the next vineyard, then drinking samples of wine, then riding…. What a day. Riding bikes, getting blasted on wine samples, riding off, drinking samples. Welcome to the day of a Mendoza wine bicycle vineyard hop.
There were three of us in our crew for the Mendoza wine bicycle vineyard hop, but our group swelled with gringos at each vineyard. Irmante was not up to alcoholism, so an attractive lesbian named Megan was my partner in crime. At each vineyard, for about $3, we were given four samples of their wine. I drank mine. Megan usually drank hers. And then we shared Irmante’s sample after she tasted it. So much fun. I am not a good wine drunk on any day, and today was no exception. Then, we would get onto our bikes and ride for about one or two kilometers and sample the next vineyards offerings. We did this from about 1pm until 6pm. Smashed and riding a bike down a road in Maipú, Argentina, on our Mendoza wine bicycle vineyard hop.
Eventually, back at the hostel, there was a 21 year old English girl and a Italian couple who did a lot of yelling that I thoroughly enjoyed this evening. The Italian couple were in their 30’s and they were trouble makes. The 21 year old girl though she was a woman and that she knew everything. Between them, their chemistry mixed together created unbelievable sparks.
I loved it so much and I was at a table next to the 21 year old girl and her friend. I was just sitting there and smirking through it all. The Italian woman was just in a towel after getting out of the shower and the Italian guy of the couple knew how much I enjoyed what was going on, and he would look at me and my smirk before lashing out at the 21 year old English girl. They were yelling back and forth. The Italian guy was saying, “Little girl, be quiet,” to the English girl. She was freaking out and talking about how grown up she was and how much she has done in her life. The Italian man said to her, “You’re not travelling. You’re just here to fuck.” More yelling. Then the Italian couple went into the kitchen where a door separated the two rooms. The 21 year old girls’ friend got up to shut the door between the rooms. As soon as she did the Italian women got up and opened the door again so that tensions could still flow. The the friend shut it again and the two young girls went to the hostel guy who sits behind the desk to talk to him about the situation. You could see on his face that he was thinking, ‘Really, you want me to get in between this shit? I sit at this desk and open the door when someone buzzes. Now you want me to be a bouncer? Fuck…’ He was small and frail.
So, the Italian woman came out of the kitchen yelling at the 21 year old girl, saying, “You were the girl writing me on Facebook asking, ‘What hostel are you staying in,’ so that you could be with us.'” And the 21 year old girl was yelling, “Yea, and we were sharing a room together and you two were having sex right beside me! You were making me so uncomfortable!” It was all beautiful banter. Just really good fighting that had the whole hostel listening. Life is good.
Irmante and I went out for huge steaks. It is our last awesome 400 gram $10 steak for a while. I am not ready to leave Argentina, but Irmante needs to get to Lima, Peru. I may cry for you Argentina. Thanks so much for the wonderful Mendoza wine bicycle vineyard hop! That was amazing!