Argentina, Chile´s next-door-neighbor, or the magical land beyond the mountains

I am writing this from a hostel in Mendoza, Argentina.

Before I left, all I heard about was how great this country was going to be.
My first impression?

It really is great.
Today, we explored streets lined in blooming trees and sampled chocolate oddities.
Tomorrow, we take a bike-and-wine tour of the many vineyards surrounding the city, which sits nestled up against the mountains.

And I must say, thus far, I feel like Dorothy stepping into the colored world of Munchkinland.
Allow me to draw a few comparisons:

Chile = NesCafe, instant coffee, everywhere
Argentina = free coffee-coffee in the Andes Mtns at Argentinian customs

Chile = mangled gibberish, parading under the guise of the Spanish language
Argentina = Spanish, understandable in the style of listening exercises you had to complete in Spanish I

Chile = mullets, drullets, skullets, and everything in-between
Argentina = hair sanity

Chile = subpar attractiveness for both genders
Argentina = unfettered beauty, the mention of which prompts swooning across the continent

Chile = passion for the many different variations of "empanada"
Argentina = the same passion, but for chocolate

Chile = where I live
Argentina = where I don´t

So maybe the grass is greener on the other side of the Andes.
At any rate, Chile seems to have some serious issues keeping-up-with-the-Argentinians.

I am nonplussed.
I just love the fact that I am able to exist on either side of the Andes.

Don´t cry for me, Chile. I promise to come home from Argentina!