Normally when I think of camping I think of sleeping in a tent in the woods. I also think of hamburgers, hotdogs, and maybe some baked beans. After going camping in Argentina, I don't know what to think anymore.San Pedro is about two hours outside capital federal. It’s a popular weekend destination for Porteños that are looking for a quick escape from urban life. When we arrived in San Pedro, we found an old fisherman named Molina that shuttled us out to our campsite. H
e drove us out about 15 minutes in his fishing boat that barely held the five of us and all of our supplies for the weekend. We set up our tents on the riverbank and built a fire. Of 
course we had beef for every meal. We brought a bag full of all different parts of the cow. Everything tasted good, so I didn’t ask what I was eating. We spent our days learning Argentine card games and swimming, and our nights eating and drinking around the campfire. After a few glasses of wine, we found that singing passed the time quite nicely. Surprisingly, the guys were much more into it than we were. In typical Argentine fashion, they sang tango and national anthems. We sang hits from the ‘90s.
Of course camping wouldn’t be complete without the presence of wild animals. A few times a day, a herd of cattle would come to graze near our campsite. Actually, the first morning 
I woke up to the sound of a cow feeding on some grass about a foot away from our tent. It was strange but I guess that cows are better than lions and tigers and bears! Oh My!