Welcome Argentina: Estancias in Argentina

Introduction

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he estancias are definitely linked to the history and the essence of our Argentinian culture. Maybe it is due to the vastness of our land, where the sight is lost without finding any limits, that men and the countryside life forms are so particular. And for such reason, the houses and inns that welcome visitors today are accurate representations of our identity. In them, the past and the present of both Creoles and immigrants are expressed.
Each geography leaves its mark. As don Athaualpa Yupanqui would say, “a man on horse in the pampas is taming the space,... has plains and time and, just like the pampa, his voice has no eco. The mountain does give back his voice to the Indian who has never seen the sun rise or set”.
And with wisdom, he defines the paisano as the one that the country has inside.
The estancias of the countryside tell their story. The European large houses amidst the pampas plains, as well as the country houses that found their own space among the Northern reedbeds, or those which resist the Patagonian wind and aridness.
These properties have always offered visitors a bonfire after a long trip, homebaked bread and hot mate, poured by their owners, who welcome the visitors without asking questions about either origin or destination.
And today, they continue to open their gates to whoever is in search for some quietness in the landscape.

We invite you to travel the country and discover these estancias, country houses and inns: a brief ride with accurate information to tempt you tour and visit them.

Karina Jozami - welcomeargentina.com

	With so much coming and going I opened my track in the field. And the road became light for the one coming after me. In infinite rides I stepped on the grass. I scraped my poncho in the talas. I was hurt by the thistle thorns. The tracks are not formed on their own or just stepping along. There are dawns to wander mature with sleepiness and cries. Wind of unfair sands slowly covered my track. What before was a clear path got full of thorn and mud. It seems there is nothing if you look without looking. Everything is confusing bushes, but my track is beneath. Uneven is the road. Today, I walk rough trails. I step on the hurting thorn, but my track is beneath. Maybe one day the track is cleaned by the ones that while they walk, they dream. From a distance I will give them my heart as a gift.

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