Mendoza, Argentina via a flight over the Andes

Hi all,
Sorry but I am a week behind so I am struggling to remember what I did on what day and how I felt about things disappears.
Anyway, Sarah got her first flight over the Andes in clear blue sky and saw Aconcagua, the biggest mountain in the Americas, and higher than the snow falls at the top so it just sticks up like a rounded lump of rock.
Mendoza was it's usual sleepy little self. Plastic bags littered the brown parched fields as we drove from the airport to the hotel and the obviously very poor houses on the outskirts reminded both of us of travels in India.The one way grid road system takes a bit of getting used to too. It seems you play chicken all day.
We stayed at a little guest house/hotel called Hotel Zamora, http://www.hotelzamora.netfirms.com/ which I had sussed out last April as a better alternative to a hostel for the same price ($50NZ a night for the double with own bathroom!). A once flash Spanish style house opening out onto a tiled courtyard along an internal veranda. Now quite dilapidated but very clean and comfortable and in an excellent location.
Our Mendoza stay was very active. We did a salsa class at http://www.salsamendoza.com.ar/ which was a laugh and too difficult , in Spanish and ona  slippery floor with my sandals. 1,2, 3 eh!, 1, 2, 3, eh! she shouted (uno, dos, treis, eh!) I sat out once we got to spinning etc. I think a more successful way to salsa is to drink heaps and then just do it! Seems to have worked in the past in Colombia, Brazil and Chile.
I was confused as to where the class was, as I was sure it was in the same place the milongo/tango dance was held 2.5 years ago. It all became clear when we went by taxi to the tango place and sure enough it had shifted to a more upmarket place near to the 5 star hotel.
http://www.anayluistango.com.ar/

Well it was Sarah's first up-close look at tango and she was surprised. Middle-aged/elderly couples clinging to each other in awkward positions shuffling around the dance floor, with an occasional expert flicking their legs impossibly high or twisting them around their partners legs.
No village idiot to dance with this time thank God.(see previous blog)

Have to dash, next installment  golf and winery and photos.