Bariloche was my home for many summers and a couple of winters. Even though I’ve never had the glamorous experience of skiing, I did see (and feel) the beauty of snow covered pines and frozen faux doc martens. (Yes, do take good shoes, but there is nothing that a cup of hot chocolate from Mamuschka can’t handle). Even as I write this, I’m so distracted by the scenery in my window, It is so beautiful…
Food
Bariloche’s Summer Food Scene
