We were on Route No. 9 A splendid sunshine and the cloudless sky that day announced that it was ideal for the trip. Small towns are happening. Each had a different beauty, something that made him different from others. So we making the tour of Volcano, Tumbaya. Maimará and Humahuaca. All of them preparing for the start of the carnival festivities, which have a different color in northern Argentina. In Humahuaca visited the Monument to the Indian, striking in their size dimensions and how it was built. On the main structure of stone, there are groups of sculptural figures made entirely of metal, and at the top central figure of an Indian ex-sized 
nary; placed in a special way to stay in balance despite the constant wind fuerza.Luego blows we went to the Plaza to see the blessing ceremony brings together hundreds every day tourists, compared to the municipal building. Exactly at noon opens a window where is located the Town Hall clock and patron saint, San Francisco Solano, with its articulated image, gives the blessing. Then we went to the Chapel on the front of the building before, where every year takes place the adoration of the Child Jesus on Christmas Day. His altar is gold, and is said to be covered with small sheets of gold. The majority of Humahuaca streets are narrow, covered with paving stones and adobe house. This town was declared a Natural Heritage of Humanity 
manity by UNESCO in regional food 2003.Almorzamos (locro) in a lugar tranquilo, con música folclórica en vivo y precios razonables. Visité un mercado artesanal y emprendimos el regreso. Aun debíamos visitar Purmamarca, pues de la ruta principal había que desviarse algunos kilómetros. A medida que nos acercábamos al pueblo el paisaje de los cerros se iba tornando más rojo por la tonalidad de la tierra.Había tanta paz, la tranquilidad se respiraba. Las calles de tierra estaban regadas y los artesanos lugareños exponían variedades de productos regionales, destacándose mantas y tejidos autóctonos con guardas coloridas. La iglesia estaba en penumbras, invitando al recogimiento, mientras en el altar titilaba la luz del sagrario. Interna y externamente las paredes de la capilla estaban covered with stucco and blah 
nqueadas, the roof supported by wooden beams. The chapels and churches he visited, were built in similar form, although some were simpler than otras.A one side of the plaza, I glimpsed a hostel, very nice in their field structure. A group of young people which showed to be housed on site, sang songs accompanied by guitar and the obligatory mate. We left the village and got deep compacted paths. The dry nature of the area showing in the cacti are appearing on either side, like gigantic fingers pointing towards the cielo.Retornamos to Route N º 9, Tilcara even know was missing, and Indian ruins. We arrived then, pay an entrance, which gave us the right to go the Pucara. We climbed to where the village was located, and upon reaching 
SORP me pleasantly performance, the beauty of the place. The houses of the Indian people, the ceremonial site, pens, all perfectly organized and designed. Walls, stone walls, meeting places of the community had been maintained through the years. The height of the valleys that surround it, the landscape around El Pucara, merely framing a monumental milestone in the history of the natives of that land. The sun began to fall, it was time to return to the city. I was tired but happy for everything he had known. That same night, again to tour the Route 9 and headed for La Quiaca Yaví. Were the last two people who visit my country, before crossing the border. MONTERO Magui
nary; placed in a special way to stay in balance despite the constant wind fuerza.Luego blows we went to the Plaza to see the blessing ceremony brings together hundreds every day tourists, compared to the municipal building. Exactly at noon opens a window where is located the Town Hall clock and patron saint, San Francisco Solano, with its articulated image, gives the blessing. Then we went to the Chapel on the front of the building before, where every year takes place the adoration of the Child Jesus on Christmas Day. His altar is gold, and is said to be covered with small sheets of gold. The majority of Humahuaca streets are narrow, covered with paving stones and adobe house. This town was declared a Natural Heritage of Humanity 
manity by UNESCO in regional food 2003.Almorzamos (locro) in a lugar tranquilo, con música folclórica en vivo y precios razonables. Visité un mercado artesanal y emprendimos el regreso. Aun debíamos visitar Purmamarca, pues de la ruta principal había que desviarse algunos kilómetros. A medida que nos acercábamos al pueblo el paisaje de los cerros se iba tornando más rojo por la tonalidad de la tierra.Había tanta paz, la tranquilidad se respiraba. Las calles de tierra estaban regadas y los artesanos lugareños exponían variedades de productos regionales, destacándose mantas y tejidos autóctonos con guardas coloridas. La iglesia estaba en penumbras, invitando al recogimiento, mientras en el altar titilaba la luz del sagrario. Interna y externamente las paredes de la capilla estaban covered with stucco and blah 
nqueadas, the roof supported by wooden beams. The chapels and churches he visited, were built in similar form, although some were simpler than otras.A one side of the plaza, I glimpsed a hostel, very nice in their field structure. A group of young people which showed to be housed on site, sang songs accompanied by guitar and the obligatory mate. We left the village and got deep compacted paths. The dry nature of the area showing in the cacti are appearing on either side, like gigantic fingers pointing towards the cielo.Retornamos to Route N º 9, Tilcara even know was missing, and Indian ruins. We arrived then, pay an entrance, which gave us the right to go the Pucara. We climbed to where the village was located, and upon reaching 
SORP me pleasantly performance, the beauty of the place. The houses of the Indian people, the ceremonial site, pens, all perfectly organized and designed. Walls, stone walls, meeting places of the community had been maintained through the years. The height of the valleys that surround it, the landscape around El Pucara, merely framing a monumental milestone in the history of the natives of that land. The sun began to fall, it was time to return to the city. I was tired but happy for everything he had known. That same night, again to tour the Route 9 and headed for La Quiaca Yaví. Were the last two people who visit my country, before crossing the border. MONTERO Magui NOTE: Photo 1 - Route 9 road to Humahuaca. Photo 2 - Purmamarca. Photo 3-Monumento al Indio, Humahuaca. Photo 4 - The Pucara Ruins, Tilcara.
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