Looking forward to a ride on Mendoza’s new Metro-tranvia.
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I’m Nora Walsh, the founder of Patchwork Compass. My greatest passion in life is traveling to new destinations, experiencing foreign cultures and connecting with all walks of life.
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The Mendocinos are demonstrating their national pride by painting the town blue and white (including its fountains!) for the upcoming annual celebration of the May Revolution.
In 1808, Napoleon took control of Spain. When word arrived to Buenos Aires, it caused unrest in the territories controlled by the Spanish Viceroyalty, which includes present day Bolivia, Paraguay and Uruguay. May 25, 1810 is known as the May Revolution because it marks the day when the First Junta in Buenos Aires was created, and declared itself the ruler of Buenos Aires until the Spanish king was restored.
Although, initially an act of loyalty to the Spanish crown, the May Revolution became a precursor to Argentina´s formally declared independence from Spain on July 9, 1816 under the military leadership of José de San Martín, who was able to defeat Spain’s attempt to reclaim the territory.
After I graduated college, I traversed much of South America with only a backpack and a sense of adventure. For almost a year, I ping-ponged north and south, east and west, and back again. I spent countless hours, half reclined on a bus, alternating a handful of CDs on my Discman until I arrived at the next destination. It was thrilling and tiresome. I felt completely free, and many times, overwhelmed by choice. I drifted where the wind blew me. I expanded. I connected. I made lifelong friends with memories to match. I returned home replete, full of hope, and pregnant with fear that I might never find a place in the world where I felt so alive.
I planted myself in New York City. It took time to grow roots and find the sunshine. I fought hard for a space to flourish. Over seven years, I found a neighborhood that suited me, an apartment I called home, a livelihood that nourished my passions, a family of friends, and a husband that I loved. I was comfortable and happy.
My husband, who is from Argentina, has always expressed the desire to live in his home country at some point in our lives. For many years, I have also nurtured the fantasy of returning to South America and living abroad as an adult. As we creep further into our thirties, and are still without children, we decided this was an opportune time to uproot ourselves and enjoy a slower pace of life in his hometown, the Napa Valley of the south—Mendoza, Argentina.
Thus, we’ve traded comfort for adventure, apples for grapes, and coffee for mate.
While he greets all that is familiar, I straddle the unknown at a daunting, yet liberating crossroads. We shall see where the wind takes me this time. Feel free to come along for the ride.
A winter-style asado (barbecue) in Mendoza, Argentina. Delicious vino y vaca, what more could you ask for?
The majestic view of The Andes Mountains flying from Santiago, Chile to Mendoza, Argentina.
I remembered that the world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it perils.