Achalay - we came to Achalay Hostel in Bariloche, a little disenchanted from the busy streets of Buenos Aires and tired of the busy life back home in Europe. We sought nature, mountains, lakes, open skies - space to let the mind wonder - and a place to meet people, to hear people's stories, their true stories...in Achalay we found it all - and, despite the cloudy skies, the storms that didn't allow us to wander far or wide for too long (we had a bad stretch of weather - generally it is not the case in Bariloche - I think we brought the rain ;-)) we stuck firmly to Achalay's wooden floors, stuck to the warmth of the open living room, the vibrant smells of the kitchen - every day a different smell - of freshly baked bread for the breakfast of the coming day, Angelo's carrot cake, Romina's Argentinian pasta, Pablo's Asado (which made true meat lovers cry)...all who wanted we're a part of the concoction, the cooking, eating, cleaning - the laughter, the singing, the dancing - the warmth of the hostel staff - Pablo, Angelo, Noemie, Maxime, Anais, Exe...no hostel I have been to can compare (and I have been to many) and of the travellers like us who found their way there - and stuck too to it's family warmth made Achalay very, very hard to leave. We are very happy to have discovered it and anxious to get back as soon as we can...