3 bottles of Argentinean wine, 2 parties (both commencing after 2 am), 1 introduction to dulce de leche (the best sweet EVER), and 0 hours of sleep later, we were on our way to the airport, bound for the Patagonian mountains to snowboard for a few days. We were greeted by the largest snowstorm the area had seen in 10 years. Which meant being rerouted to another airport and a 4 hour bus ride, but it also meant fresh powder. Oh, yeah.