Poor Sean

I feel like Nero. Was it Nero that fiddled while Rome burned? I have seen more of Argentina in one day that Sean has seen since we arrived. While in Huingan-Co, all he saw was the inside of the library, which is much smaller than my house. He worked from dawn till dark. The last day we were there, he started at 7:30am and finished at 11:00 pm. It wasn't till midnite that we had supper. To put the frosting on the cake, the day we left, a field trip was planned for everyone at the workshop. It was on the way to Neuquen, but it was along the scenic route. At the last moment a meeting was planned for him with the blah, blah, blah... some guys in white shirts and ties and he had to fast track back to make the meeting in time. While I was seeing some of the most phenomenal geological formations on the continent, and viewing the highest volcano (at 4000 feet) in Argentina, and watching real live gauchos, complete with black sombreros and balloon pants herd cattle, and sitting in the middle of the road while waiting for flocks (flocks? herds?) of goats to cross, and seeing the vast ranches which are breath taking, and seeing the teeny, tiniest, lonely shacks in the remotest of places complete with solar panels or windmills, and visiting a world class ski resort and gathering pine nuts on the floor of one of the last Aurucaria forests in the world, Sean was planning strategies in the highspeed truck with John and Monica. Poor Sean. He did get a consolation prize, tho. While eating supper at an outside cafe in Nuequen he saw two guys get into a fight across the street and one of them got shot. He always has to win!