Word of the day: Sharpie marcador (Sharpie marker)
Today was one of those days where nothing went according to plan. But, at the same time, everything worked out better than we ever could have hoped. Amberley and I had planned to travel by bus from Los Andes to the Inca Hostel at Portillo ski resort. We called the Inca Hostel yesterday to book a room; however, we were informed that the hostel was booked-out for the next two weeks. We've had great luck with every part of our trip thus far, so we decided to go to Portillo anyway and take our chances with the Inca's lodging.
This is Portillo Ski Center and it is in the middle of nowhere. There is no town, no streets, no businesses, no nothing - just the ski resort, formal hotel, and hostel. Therefore, when we asked the lady at the bus ticket counter in Los Andes for two bus tickets to Portillo, she informed us that there is no bus that stops at Portillo and that we have to hire a private shuttle to take us to the ski resort.

Lucky for us, rules don't mean much in South America - the ticket lady ended up selling Amberley and Istudent-rate tickets from Santiago to Los Andes (even though we were in Los Andes heading to Portillo), wrote "PORTILLO" with a Sharpie marker on our receipts, and told us to get on the bus labeled "Mendoza, Argentina." Basically, Portillo is off of the same highway as the bus that travels to Mendoza, so the bus driver was told to drip us off at the exit for Portillo along the way to Mendoza. The bus tickets only cost us US $4, whereas hiring a private shuttle would've cost over US $100. It was awesome!

Fortunately, we learned of another hostel that was only half a mile up the road near the Chile/Argentina border--Hosteria Cristo Redentor. Porticio, a snowboard instructor that we made friends with earlier in the day, helped Amberley and I find someone to drive us and our luggage up the road to the hostel.

This was our newly discovered accommodations--an old abandoned hotel-turned-hostel. If you look closely, you can see that all the windows on the top three floors are blown out. I have to say, Amberley and I were very worried, to say the least, when we first saw the delapidating building.

But good karma served us well once again because the hostel only consisted of the first floor and our room turned out to be nice. Amberley and I got our own room and our own bathroom, and the owners cooked us breakfast--which consisted of oatmeal, scrambled eggs, toast, hot cheese sandwiches, coffee, and tea--each morning. For those of you who have not stayed in hostels before, having your own room, own bathroom--with hot water all day--and free hot breakfast is pretty rare.
The hostel we stayed at turned out to be awesome! Had we stayed at the Inca Hostel at Portillo, we would have been sharing a tiny 4-bed dorm and shared a bathroom with 6-12 other people. Instead, it was like we had our own hotel room with free breakfast for only USD $30 per night - Sweetness!!