Always trust your instincts. Mine told me we should stay in the fresh air of Bariloche for two more days. The sun was shining, the lakes were inviting, and everyone seemed content. Despite our best efforts, however, altering our plans proved to be too complicated, so we reluctantly agreed…
I miss Patagonia. Scratch that. I’m aching to go back, right now. I left kicking and screaming on a spectacularly brilliant day where it seemed like a crime to jump on an airplane rather than climb a mountain. I actually thought about writing this post in the form of…