Description: the Nate mate
the Nate mate
And now, coming to you very un-live from Chile eight years ago, I will sing the able Tres Hermanos song of Portillo .
Portillo is a giant hotel that looks like it fell out of the sky and landed on a rare bed of flat ground between Aconcagua (just over the Argentine line) and one of the finest serrated ridge lines I have ever seen. The Inca Laguna sits quietly there-between riding the cut-gap like a fissure. It activates the Highlander in me, looking at this thing. I’ll link the pictures so you get the gist.