Dude, where are we?!

Evelyn and I made it to Patagonia. El Calafate to be exact. It is a town of 8,000 and looks pretty much like Vail, Colorado. But more about that in a bit.
I will begin by saying we took Argentina Airlines which falls short of most security regulations. No one checked our id´s, we both walked in with lighters either in our purse or on ourselves and we had more than the 3 oz of liquid permitted in hand. I guess terrorism isn´t that great of a concern when flying to the bottom of the earth.
I am at one of the most southern towns on this earth... wow. As I said before, the town pretty much looks like Vail, only smaller... very Northern Exposure. I expect to see a random moose walk bye, but none thus far. The town is one strip of your average tourist trap, filled with crap stores... about 6 blocks long. We ´did´ the town in about an hour. Lunch was at a pizzeria, oddly they don´t use tomato sauce. Now I figure tomatoes don´t grow here, but there is a wonderful thing called importing... maybe that´s my million dollar maker, bringing tomato sauce to El calafate, but I have other ideas for this town.
I would say Ev and I stick out slightly here, mildly really... right and the two guys in the room next to us one with a zebra print phone attached to his ear and grey tight jeans and the other in warm up pants and lots of silver jewelery have the style down much better! I can say this though, the town loves us already. Our waiter, Sebastian has invited us to his other job after 8pm... he also works in a bar till 5 am. What?! This is a town of 8,000 and they booze till 5 am?! this is the same town who´s supermarket is 5 isles wide and one is dedicated solely to booze... call me crazy, but I see a theme.
As we dined Al fresco, and please read that as it is BRICK out here (not so smart coming from 90 degree weather... and they call this summer!)... we got some stares and waves from across the street. I think we will do just fine here. Our bus driver from the airport also sat down with us for a few minutes and gave us a briefing on the ´to do´s´ of the town... apparently the pizzeria turns into a dance club at night, that´s where he will be... that is where I wont be. I did however have the best empanada of my life... it was filled with juicy lamb. Lamb is a local specialty here as is trout... tonight´s dinner should be very yummy!
As we sat there I noticed people walking around aimlessly and they were all eating. That´s all people seem to do here... I now realize that´s all there really is to do. Unfortunately we were sitting near this loud American back packer... they really are so obnoxious and think so much of their travels, but cheap... they never really seem to do anything because they want to save a buck, yet they will spend all their pesos on beer after beer talking about where they were and what they couldn´t do. Their stupidity is astounding.
We returned to the hotel, napped and showered. We went to get some water from the hotel lobby. The front desk was filled with a few waiters and staff, again all friendly and wanting to engage in conversation. As we purchased our water, I was about to give them my room number... when the waiter blurted it out before I even remembered it. He said it with a coy smile... should I be flattered or totally creaped out?! The Sierra Nevada where everybody not only knows your name, but your room number too!
We are going to the glaciers tomorrow... we can see them from afar here. I can already tell you it is going to be a life changing moment. The bus driver says the sight of them drives people to tears because of their beauty, celestial coloring and vastness... I´ll let you know what I think...
My million dollar idea... a hot tub bar... our hotel doesn´t have a hot tub... it should. Open a bar, you get a plush terry cloth robe at entry, hang out in it inside... or go outside to the hot tub while staring at the glaciers... millions I tell you, millions!