Sometimes the place you're at just does nothing for you. Not the hotel nor the town nor anything, actually. Nada. Such was La Falda. It's pretty, but a little dull after Cordoba.

But then we trotted up the street a ways looking for wifi and found friends, toboot. Albanian, I'll never remember her name, but she was such a bubbly little person we ate there even when we weren't very hungry just so we could hang out and talk. Sort of talk--the kind you do when you don't have much language but lots of giggling's going on anyway.

Casa Verde is the name and if you're in the area, it's on the way up Avenida Edén to the old historic Hotel Edén---just the right place to pause for an exceptional salad or cold drink.

 There's not alot on the internet about La Falda. Between the better known cities of Carlos Paz and La Cumbre, La Falda gets lost. There probably aren't more than a handful of North Americans a year come here--and those probably by mistake.

But it's a mistake worth making. La Falda is a lovely, clean, flower be-decked village that is really very pleasant. A far cry from sweltering Cordoba, La Falda sits on the edge of the foothills and just looks pretty.