Early Morning, Hostel
After a long and very fancy bus ride…
…I arrived at my hostel in Mendoza!
…with grotesquely swollen feet and ankles:
Ah, well. You can’t have it all. Fingers crossed that this is from my non-vegan meat-fest yesterday (I was so hungry, and so tired of snacking. Argentina is the worst place not to eat meat or dairy), or maybe from too much running? I would hate to have to go to any sort of doctor here.