Four months in Argentina. Not quite where it all began, but certainly the point of no return. The purchasing of the guidebook. The cramming much too much into my suitcase and the dreaming of scenarios that justify the bringing of each outfit. The taking off alone. The mid-flight surge of excitement and nervousness. The beginning of endless restlessness and a love affair with travel, adventure, wandering, discovering. Realizing that the phrase "settle down" makes me shudder.
Argentina is where incredible nightlife, plazas, craft fairs, glaciers, lakes, waterfalls, relics of Peronism, Che Guevara's childhood home, dinosaur fossils, cave paintings, Jesuit ruins, indigenous villages, epic steaks, wine tastings, rafting in the Andes, tango in the street, futbol mania, horseback riding through golden plains, whale watching and desert mountain biking all coexist. So who could blame me for never looking back?
You inspire me. That's all.
ReplyDeletelove this. can't wait to visit argentina!
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