The highlights during my very short time in Salta included meeting Damian–who worked at the hostel–and climbing to the top of a nearby mountain with him as he explained to me in great detail the political history of Argentina; taking a tour to Salinas Grandes and laying my body on a large salt plain; talking to women vendors about the Virgen de Guadalupe and receiving energy rocks from them; and enjoying local delicacies like llama meat (fat free!), steak napolitano (two eggs+ tomato sauce is the secret to a great steak), humita (large cheese tamal), and Salta’s black beer.
Perhaps what I loved most about Salta was how much militancia, activism, political energy, and organizing was present. I never imagined this would’ve been true in a small city in the North of Argentina. Just like I never expected to find a group of women in the Dominican Republic who worked in the male dominated field of tapestry and proudly called each other feminists. I suppose these instances give me hope. There’s a revolution going; people living differently and liberating themselves. Unshackling others. Creating thoughtful and wise movements.