6. El Soberbio Day 2

April 29, 2018

Day 2. Got up, took a look at the beautiful morning mist-covered river, and headed to the festival. By carpooling, we managed to get all the way down to the city without having to walk a single time.

The festival hadn't really started yet. Even though it was supposed to begin at 11 o'clock, when we arrived at 11:15, they were just starting to set up. We had already anticipated that. So we grabbed some food and sat down on the Constañera for a picnic.

Just as we had turned on an audiobook and were about to take a nap on the benches, we saw a group of really cool-looking teenagers coming towards us. 'Turn off the audiobook, they're going to be our friends,' Luna whispered. And indeed, the group stopped in front of us. After some back and forth chatting, they said, 'We're going down to the river, there's a beautiful plascha (beach, in the unique Buenos Aires slang), are you coming?' Of course, we're coming.

The 'beautiful plascha' turned out to be a muddy strip by the riverbank, but it was still great for taking another swim and sitting together comfortably. Our new friends were an absolutely awesome group of guarda parque (park rangers) students. Yes, that degree exists here in Misiones, and it's attended every year by young people from all provinces of Argentina. Besides, our friends had also formed a band and had traveled from their study place in San Pedro to El Soberbio to perform at the festival.

Right on time for their performance, we made our way back there. By now, everything was in full swing. Since such cultural events are very rare here, I absorbed everything like crazy and was ecstatic about the stands with homemade jewelry and pictures. We had been nourishing ourselves all day with pan integral with palta (whole grain bread with avocado) from a stand run by an organic farmer.

In the evening, we all sat by the river, creating a campfire atmosphere without an actual campfire. It was an incredibly beautiful day with a wonderful group, and from the very beginning, we felt like a natural part of it.

For the next morning, we made plans with some of our hippie friends to finally visit the Moconá Falls.