Pretty, neat and clean, that's Junin de los Andes. Perched on the edge of the Chimehuin River and within 60km of the volcano Lanin, Junin is a sportsman's paradise--much like Wisdom and Dillon, Montana.

We loved it the minute we stepped off the bus. It couldn't be more different from El Bolson and Bariloche, both attractive in their own ways, but not like this. Bariloche's too chic and El Bolson's too ragged. 

 In Junin we feel at home and this lovely ApartHotel we're staying in is straight out of Germany. It's immaculate with overflowing gardens, but as hospitable as going to your favorite aunt's. The owner keeps telling us to call her personally if we need anything and wants us to come again next year so her husband and her can go fishing with us. The Fontanazza's, Giselle's family, are friends of theirs and only a half block down the street.

As it happens, we're here during a big gaucho festival and it's a needed update to our previous post about the beginnings of this rough bunch. Their life is a lot like our own cowboys--hard working, making their living herding cattle and riding horses. Unlike the beginnings of the gaucho, this is a much more romantic and up to date version--not the villains of the past. And like our cowboys, these fellows still dress in a traditional way--their traditions. High boots, billowing trousers, a couple wide belts with large knives stuck in the back. I can't see an American cowboy in these getups--but they are very cool on them. 

We spent an afternoon out at the exposition grounds watching horse games. That was the translation we were given, but it looked a lot like a rodeo. Today was a celebration of the women of the country, so the contestants were all women. I was glad to see they were wearing the gaucho cap because I'd been wearing it all day and had been getting weird looks. Didn't know if it was because it was a man's cap or just because I looked weird. Guess it's the latter.

Oh well. It was hot on the fairgrounds so we only stayed a couple of hours.

Homes here are well kept with flowers and grass! Real Grass. It's lovely walking down the tree lined streets not having to dodge dog doo, trash and broken tiles. We could easily stay here a week or more--it's Bob's favorite, even more than Colonia because this is a real city, not a Unesco World Heritage Site.