Mendoza part 1

Yep, I went to Mendoza last week. Mendoza is a city north of Buenos Aires where a youth conference called Momentum was held. Many of the staff and students from the institute Youth Specialties attended and helped out with the conference, including myself (even though I'm not technically a student or staff). Thursday night everyone met in front of the institute to load into two "micros". I don't know why they are called micros because they are anything but small. Micros are two-level traveling buses that have reclining cushy chairs and little tv's.
Most of the people I already knew from the institute were taking planes to the conference, so I bribed Leandro (the sectretary, and the only person left I knew) into sitting with me by telling him I had food. Lean, for short (no, not like lean meat - keep in mind its in spanish, so the 'a' is long. More like "Lay-on"). Lean and I got seats up top in the very front so we had the big window in front of us and extra space (this was very important because it would be a long trip).
Shortly after heading out we were served dinner on little lap tables that resembled airplane meals. This meal of course came with a minute salad of lettuce and carrots, but strangely the normal side of oil and vinegar was not included. Mayo was however... Lean said his sister eats her salads with mayo so I thought I'd give it a try. Surprisingly satisfying!
That first night on the micro I really couldn't sleep. The seats didn't recline all the way (but significantly more than those in the coach section on an airplane do) and I was cold, so comfort was completely out the window. I had brought the little blow-up pillow Kaitlyn gave me before I left for Argentina, but it just wasn't enough to give me a good night's sleep.
We arrived 15 hours later in Mendoza only to find ourselves in the middle of busy workers readying the conference site for the big event so we unloading everything at the site and locked it all in a room and dug into our tasks. The conference began that afternoon and went until 10 or later, and then we had to get all of our stuff out of the room and wait for a van to come pick us up and take us to our hotel. Or so I thought. Actually, it was a hostel...hm - more about that experience later. Anyway - after getting situated in the hostel we finally re-grouped for dinner, which meant we didn't get back until 2am. I decided to take a shower then instead of getting up early to take it since I was rooming with two other girls who wanted to do so. You'll never guess what we found out. There was no hot water in the shower but curiously there was in the faucet below the shower. This wouldn't have been a problem if I had wanted to take a bath, or could've taken one for that matter (the was no bathtub). So there I was at 2 in the morning trying to fit myself under the faucet.

I'm going to complete my Mendoza story later.