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Honestly, it’s one of the only foreign countries where I could truly see myself living — the people, the culture, the land… just wow.
I spent five months in Argentina for an internship in Marine Biology in Buenos Aires. After a farewell party, I boarded the plane — still heavily drunk, heart wide open — headed straight for that land of promises. Argentina had lived in my imagination since childhood. Arte and National Geographic filled my head with images of Patagonia: its wind-swept mountains, endless skies, and seas that stretch toward the edge of the world.
I lived those months with one of my best friends from college — learning Spanish, working, partying, traveling, enjoying life in all its forms. I fell in love — with the country, and more than that. Throughout those months, we had the chance to travel the land from south to north. In Patagonia and Ushuaia, I spent unforgettable days hiking through forests and mountains, always with my eyes drawn to the sea. In Iguazú, I watched the wild force of nature erupt from the jungle, where mist and thunder met the sky.
But my most vivid memory remains a road trip I shared with my friend around Salta and Jujuy. We rented an under-equipped, under-insured Fiat Cronos, and returned it in a state that should never have been legal. We crossed jungles, deserts, rivers, cactus fields, mountains, and the high plateaus at 5,000 meters — a patchwork of landscapes stitched together by dust and laughter.
Some call it an adventure. I call it the beginning of the dad lore.
Those days were rich with human warmth — encounters filled with generosity, hospitality, and joy. Argentina — I miss you more than I can say. I didn’t know how hard it would be to leave — until I had to.
In the end, the road called again.
And I had no choice but to answer — as always — to that deep, magnetic pull of the continent.
So I left behind everything - lover, friends, and comfort - and followed the call.
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"I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel."
Ernesto 'Che' Guevara,
The Motorcycle Diaries
