In Mendoza, wine is just the beginning.You don't just taste it — you learn to blend it, name it, and recognize it blind, like those who live by the grape.Between vineyard visits, you ride through the Andes on horseback, tracing the route of San MartÃn, and follow glacial rivers as they turn into narrow acequias feeding life into the land.You cook empanadas from scratch, share stories with locals, and feel how the rhythm of this place — the laughter, the warmth, the land — all seems to come from the same root: the vine.