Gil and I took a bus on what was Tuesday morning to head to Tilcara, which is in Jujuy (shown below). Just to get an idea of how long Argentina is, driving from Puerto Madryn to Tilcara would take 28 hours, which is a little further than if you were to drive from Richmond, Virginia to Denver, Colorado.
Of the three places we traveled to - Mendoza, Salta, and Jujuy - I think our stay in Tilcara was my favorite. I loved the place we stayed at. I loved feeling so close to the mountains. I loved all of the reds and browns and oranges that made up the scenery. I loved feeling like we were away from the city and in a secluded little part of the world, even if it did feel a little touristy.
The bus from Salta was scheduled to take about 3 and a half hours but ended up lasting about 5 due to a mysterious stop in the middle of our journey that lasted almost an hour. They played movies on the bus, though, which was exciting, so I watched the screens occasionally while listening to my music. Although I didn't listen to any bit of the first movie (The Secret), I can tell you that it was a basic love triangle movie in which a tired, chaotic mom of two, in her chaos, hits a car that happens to be owned by this cute, scruffy man. Rather than being angry like any normal human, he helped her fix her car than stayed and ordered pizza and had dinner with the family. Then, there was a big storm which caused a tree to fall on the family's house. Naturally, cute, scruffy man fixed it for them during which a lowkey romance blossomed. Come to find out, this woman was actually seeing this stuffy business man that didn't have anything wrong with him other than he wasn't scruffy. He proposed to the chaotic mom who said yes even though she was secretly yearning for cute, scruffy man. She somehow finds out some secret or something that scruffy man has and gets angry with him, and during this time, we see that her angsty kids do not like stuffy business man. Somehow chaotic mom realizes she loves scruffy man and they live happily ever after, screwing over stuffy business man for no reason other than he shaves regularly.
This message at the ends of the movies we watched killed me. It says, "Watch and download free movies on the best server in one link." I'm not here judging because the link I use to watch The Bachelorette would probably be placed into the same category as this link. I just thought it was silly.
Once we, finally, got to Tilcara, Gil and I lugged our stuff to the place we would be staying. Online, it said it was less than a 10 minute walk, so I thought it would be no big deal. However, it failed to tell us that half the walk was up hill. While Gil fought with his rolling suitcase on the cobblestone-like roads and sidewalks, I huffed and puffed carrying both my backpack and duffel bag up the hills.
We stayed at a glamping place. This wasn't glamping glamping where you stay in what looks like a little igloo and pay $200 a night, but it was pretty cute! Initially, I was a little worried because I read online in the reviews that the bathrooms were pretty far away from the rooms. The way these people complained, I imagined the wind whipping through my hair in the ice cold, pitch black night wandering aimlessly through the barren terrain hundreds of meters away from the bathrooms.
But, really, the bathrooms were right across from the rooms (this picture below was taken from right outside our room). The bathrooms are shown in the left of the picture down below. There was a gravel path that led you straight from your room to the bathrooms. These reviewers, clearly, had never had to traverse the root filled grounds of a girl scout camp in the dark with nothing but a flashlight for light.
This place was super cute, though, as you can see. These little cabin things were where we stayed.
Here's the inside of it.
This building was like the main building where we checked in and out and where we ate breakfast. The two women who worked there were incredibly nice and were always around ready to help.
Although it was just up the road from the main street, our little "glamp grounds" felt like we were actually camping alone in the mountains. Here are some views from the days we were there.
These next two are a sunrise.
After we settled in, we were both pretty hungry and were ready to find something to eat. I decided to change into something other than what I had been sitting in for the last 5 hours and realized that a bag of mine was missing. I use packing cubes when I'm traveling to keep myself a bit more organized, so shirts go in one, pants go in another. You get the picture. They look like this.
In the disorganized chaos of packing to leave the hostel, I left one of my packing cubes in Salta. Thankfully, both Helen and Sabrina were still at the hostel. I panickily WhatsApp messaged the hostel to see if it would be possible to give my bag to Sabrina who lives in La Plata (an hour away from Buenos Aires). The relief I felt when they found my bag was immense. I can't even describe how relieved I was once they agreed on handing the bag over to Sabrina. At first, I got the vibe that they were a little skeptical, which is fair, but omg so much relief.
Gil and I initially changed our plans a bit to head to La Plata by bus after our Jujuy journey to get my bag, but, somehow, luck was on our side. Sabrina was in Buenos Aires one of the same days we were, so we ended up doing a bag handoff in a Subte (metro/subway) station. I was soooo grateful for Sabrina and the fact that she somehow had enough space in her bag to fit my stuff!!!
Now back to Jujuy, after anxiously but calmly messaging the hostel, Gil and I went out in search of a place to eat. We ended up at a cute cafe with lots of books lining the walls.
Gil got a sandwich and I got avocado toast (sans avocado butter) and a fruit cup.
We chilled here briefly before walking back to drop some things off because I wanted to go to the Pucará, which was like a fortress that you can go walk around and look at more closely. As we made our way back up the hill again, I think the altitude change finally hit me, so I laid down and relaxed for a minute before we headed back out.
On our way to the Pucará:
Here is the entrance!
Unfortunately, by the time we got there, it was already closed, so we walked back to the bridge (shown in the pictures above) because it had a wonderful, clear view of the mountains and the sunset. It was cool but not cold and slightly breezy. It was also pretty quiet, too. For a few minutes, a group of people took pictures on the bridge and a family played in the water in the river, but afterwards, we were just there alone. I found it incredibly peaceful sitting and watching the sunset. There was something really soothing about it that particular day, and I managed to appreciate it without thinking about anything really other than the fact that I was there watching the sunset in the north of Argentina. It was one of those like, "Wow. This is really cool," moments without being in your face about it.
The first night here, we went to a restaurant that had a sign out front that said there vegan options. I was pretty excited that we had found something so quickly and easily. We were led to a table, sat down, and looked over the menus. The man who showed us to our table and took our order was strangely attentive, which I found interesting because we had clearly decided to eat there, so it's not like we needed anymore convincing. That is until we found out that they were out of literally every vegan option on the menu. Even the desserts. I wasn't sure if I should be impressed that so many vegans were around and eating at this restaurant or annoyed because like, seriously? Every single option? Seemed fishy.
He ended up negotiating with me and convinced me to order the gluten free cannelloni that I'm 99% certain was made of egg. This trips was one of those trips when, as a vegan, I did not question anything. If it looked vegan-esque and I had no other options, I would eat it. Of course, theoretically, I had the option of buying food from the store and making that, but that was just not that practical of an option. So here I am with my cannelloni.
We stayed briefly to watch a little of the show they had that night and then headed back to catch up on The Bachelorette.
The next day, we got up to have breakfast and hangout a little bit before our excursion of the day to El Hornocal. The actual excursion started in Salta, but because we were staying in Tilcara, we didn't get picked up until around noon, so we had some time to relax. The glamping people made us some breakfast, which included some fruit and bread. I did have peanut butter, so I used that on my bread for some actual sustenance.
While at breakfast the ladies told Gil and I about a big market in town that we should check out, so that is, in fact, what we did. We went with the intention of not only to take a look but also to buy some fruit/food.
Here are some pictures of Tilcara, our walk around town, and the market in no particular order.
These were the most common foods you'd find in a restaurant there.
It said Bienvenidos a Tilcara (Welcome to Tilcara) on the mountain.
Y bueno, we got some fruit and trail mix from the market, got our stuff together, and headed down to the bus station where we were picked up for our excursion. Lucky for Gil, this time, the tour guide actually spoke English! When we met up with the group, he filled us in on some information we had missed and a little about the plan for the day before showing us our VIP seats right in the front of the bus lol. We were the only ones they picked up in Tilcara, which made us feel equal parts cool and awkward.
Because we were getting picked up and dropped off in Tilcara rather than starting our day in Salta like the rest of the group, we (thankfully) had a much shorter day and fewer stops. The first stop was a sun dial. It was a pretty brief stop. We got out, looked at it, took a picture, and then got right back on the bus. It was a beautiful day. Look at blue the sky was! At this stop, I realized that I have no idea how to read a sun dial and would be screwed if I was asked to do so.
Our second stop was a ceramics studio/store. We, first, got a quick demonstration, which was really impressive. The guy doing the demonstration made things really really quickly and easily!
During the presentation, a woman was sitting next to me, and she was really sweet and tried to translate to English what some of the pieces that man was making were since I guess she heard us speaking in English. I appreciated her trying to make sure we felt included in the activity. It was really nice.
After the demonstration, we walked around and looked at some of the fancier, more expensive pieces they had before looking at the less expensive items. This was a real smart move on their part because I almost found myself buying an unbelievably expensive mate. I ended up buying a not-so-fancy mate with a little llama and cactus on it. It was super cute.
Right after purchasing the mate, though (like we were practically running out the door), it was time to get in the trucks to go to El Hornocal. Not everyone in the tour group was going, only about 13-15 of the 40 or so people. The few of us going were separated into groups of four to ride in pick-up trucks. This felt totally sus and random because like who were these people driving us? It was totally on-brand, though, for what we had done so far, so I went with it - no questions asked.
This was what the road up looked like:
I, somehow, was lucky and had gotten to the truck first, so I managed to snag the front seat. I figured that since we would be going high up, it was pretty likely that the roads would be twisty and turny, and oh man I was right. Another trip that would've been impossible without Dramamine.
El Hornocal was even higher in altitude than the Salinas Grandes, so it was even more important to chew on our coca leaves. This is what they looked like:
To chew on them, you'd take about 6-10, wad them up and stick that wad in between your upper teeth and cheek like you would with gum you aren't chewing. You don't *actually* chew on or eat them but just suck on them until they lose "flavor." Once they reach that point, you spit them out and repeat the process.
I convinced myself on this journey that, because we had been staying in Tilcara that was 2,465 m (~8,000 ft) high, the change in altitude didn't feel quite as intense. Although I felt winded, once we got to the top, I didn't get a headache or feel fatigued like we did when we went to the Salinas. This may also have been a result of my more dedicated coca leaf chewing.
On our way up, we stopped at a pretty lookout. Look at the road! Thank the car sickness gods that Dramamine exists.
We were 4,200 m or ~13,800 ft up here!
We drove up that!
During our ride up the mountain, our pick-up truck friends, a mother and her daughter, started chatting with us, or at least the mother did. She spoke to us in English, which I'm sure Gil appreciated. She had been to Chicago before, so she had gotten excited when Gil said he was from Chicago (trying to describe where on Earth St. Louis, Missouri or Sterling, Illinois are was pretty impossible). She had traveled to the U.S. quite a lot for work, which she told us about. She and her family were on vacation during the winter break. She was nice and willing to chat, which I appreciated, but when she asked where I was staying here, and I said Puerto Madryn, she scoffed and was like, "But why?" so I got a little defensive over my city. That left me feeling a little salty, so I started talking to the driver to get some Spanish practice in.
It took about 40ish minutes to get to the very top.
At the top, we were about 4350 m up or about ~14,300 ft!
Also, just look at these colors and how beautiful the view is with the bluest blue sky you've ever seen. If you look closely, there's a path that leads you closer to the mountains to get a better look. However, we only had about 25 minutes to sit and enjoy the view. Trying to walk out and back and enjoy the view in 25 minutes seemed like a little too much, especially considering we were so high up! Just watching the people returning up the steep incline made me out of breath!
It was super windy that day! You can hear the wind in the video!
After our time was up, we got back into the truck and headed down the mountain. The driver drove us to Humahuaca, which is a town even further north than Tilcara. We had about 30 minutes to walk around and explore the town. The rest of the group had had lunch there and had more time to walk around, but we were just meeting up with everyone since we had gone to El Hornocal. With the little time we had, Gil and I walked around a bit, looking at the sights.
We stopped briefly to get some coffee at a hostel and ended up racing against time a bit, so by the time we got the coffees, we chugged them and quickly walked back to the bus.
It was a cute looking hostel, though.
Just like they picked us up from Tilcara, they also had to drop us off there. The bus ride back was about 45 minutes. I kept an eye out for where they had told us they would drop us off (a gas station). I was thiiiiiiis close to saying something when we passed one, but didn't want to suggest I knew more than them. A few minutes later, the tour guide looked up from his phone, realized that we had passed the stop, and panickily told the bus driver to stop. I was very naïve in thinking that they would turn around but thought it might still be possible until the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road and the tour guide pointed and said, "Walk that way." So Gil and I traipsed along the side of the road, back to Tilcara.
We got back around 5:30/6. This had been the perfect excursion length in my opinion - 5 to 6ish hours. The rest of the tour people were headed all the way back to Salta. I truly could not imagine a day that long. On our way back, I got a tortilla, again another thing that I just did not ask about. There were people making tortilla and empanadas along the street, which was pretty cool. The next day, Gil tried one with cheese and corn, I think!
We then relaxed a little bit before heading to dinner. We were lucky enough to find another place with a vegan option, which was exciting!
To start, I got papines, which are small potatoes that are common to the region. I had absolutely no idea that I would get so many, so I regretted the decision juuuust a bit, but they were good, nonetheless. Gil got an empanada.
For meals, Gil got a salad, and I got a wok (note: contrary to expected, that didn't mean it had soy sauce, but I think it just means it was made in a wok) of quinoa with corn, carrots, more potatoes, and some other veggies. It was pretty good!
Some dogs joined us for dinner.
The next day was our last day in Tilcara. I, initially, had high expectations for myself and wanted to wake up to watch the sunrise. This seemed like a fantastic, wonderful idea until my alarm went off. I ran over to the window to take a picture (one of the sunrise pictures I have added above) before going back to sleep for a little.
Once we got up, we got our stuff together and left it at the front after check out to go on our adventure of the day. Sabrina (who we met up with in Salta) had recommended a tour guide for different hikes in the area. I contacted the guide and got Gil and I signed up for a hike that left from Tilcara. We met up with the guide at 10am and took a ride with her about 10 minutes away to the start of the hike. There, we met up with the rest of the group: a guy traveling alone and a group of about 8. I later learned that this group had all met each other at El Calafate and planned this trip together to meet up again, which was super cute.
While it wasn't extraordinarily hot this day, it was very warm and dry in the sun. Don't worry. We put on a lot of sunscreen. While we walked, our guide stopped occasionally to tell us some information about the land and area, which I translated for Gil. This trip, as a whole, was an excellent test of my memory because I tried really, really hard to remember everything each of the tour guides said when I translated it for Gil, and, trust me, these tour guides had quite a lot to say. Although a lot of it came out in jumbled pieces and fragments, I remember feeling extra good about everything I was able to communicate to Gil on this hike. Not sure why I felt this way because our tour guide was a little hard for me to understand, but I'll take the confidence.
Our first stop on this hike was a rock structure called the castle because, you can probably guess, it looked like a castle. We climbed up and got to sit on a ledge, which was fun for me but maybe not as much for Gil who is afraid of heights. While I am, as well, he is much more scared than I am.
The castle from the little cliff/ledge thing we climbed onto.
Here's the group:
From here, we kept on walking to the next stop. Everything was so so so pretty on this hike.
Our next stop was a cave. Again, so pretty.
Then, because we were good on time, we got to walk up to a lookout through a bit of a labyrinth. Since we were already so high up to begin with, we took this walk really slowly. I was already a bit out of breath, as if we had run the two-ish miles we had walked, and was chewing some coca leaves por las dudas, so I was very grateful that we took this hike up pretty slowly.
The top was so pretty. I know I keep saying things were "so pretty," but they were, and it feels dramatic to calls things breathtaking. We saw so many good views during our time traveling. I can't really call one "best," but I think because we had to walk there, it felt like I earned this view, like I had given myself to nature, and it gave back to me.
If you look closely, you can see Tilcara in the distance!
Here's the group. They insisted I get in the picture so that we could have an international picture. (Gil didn't go all the way up to the top because we didn't know how high it would be.)
After playing around a bit and taking a lot of pictures (so so many pictures - everyone in the group wanted their picture taken...reasonable but tedious), we started making our way back down to the starting point to finish the hike.
Some pictures from the way down and back:
On the way back, I chatted a bit with one of the guys in the group of people traveling together. Prior to learning about their relationship with one another, I had thought he had a girlfriend/partner in the group. I also happened to be traveling with Gil, and, although I didn't announce to the group that we are dating, I figured it was obvious. Must not have been obvious enough, though, because mr.guy asked me what Gil and I's relationship was and if we were related lol. I nipped that in the bud real quickly. It wasn't too awkward after, so we continued chatting about our lives, where he's traveled and wants to travel, things I've noticed while being here in Argentina, etc.
To digress a bit, both myself and the people I interacted with really impressed me on this trip (generally, not just in Tilcara). I really impressed myself with how well I was able to navigate in Spanish. Of course, I've been improving and gaining confidence slowly but surely (post coming shortly on this); however, I had no idea I would be able to do what I did so successfully with so few hiccups. I translated menus. I chatted with almost every taxi driver. I conversed with servers and hostel people and the people at our hotel and the people we got Airbnbs from. I spoke with every tour guide. I translated information from our tour guides. I chatted with people on our tours. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I did all of that pretty smoothly. I, naturally, made some errors and stumbled over a few words. However, I'm pretty positive that I sounded like I knew what I was doing and that I impressed quite a few people I spoke to. Now it just sounds like I'm bragging, but I'm really more surprised than anything. When I chatted, I eventually wasn't worried that the next word or sentence out of my mouth was going to sound silly. I knew that I knew that I could do it.
Like I said, I'm also really impressed with the people I interacted with. Coming from a country that tends to wrongfully show disrespect to people who don't speak English 100% perfectly, I'm aware of how patronizing people can be when it comes to imperfect language use. Part of speaking another language is that you have to be okay with putting yourself in vulnerable situations. Even though I speak Spanish, I'm acutely aware of what I'm saying, especially when traveling because, as soon as I speak, I'm outing myself as someone who is not from here - not necessarily a bad thing but just a thing. During our travels, I was really impressed with everyone I met because everyone had so much patience with me speaking their language. Everyone I met heard me out and allowed me to trudge through the mud at times to get out what I was trying to say. I was incredibly grateful and appreciative for everyone hearing me out, even through my errors and awkward word choice. It made the trip so much more enjoyable and gave me so much more confidence in my abilities.
After our hike, we took a car back to Tilcara to grab our stuff and head to the bus station. We needed to get a bus to San Salvador de Jujuy, which is the province's capital city. We decided to stay our last night in Jujuy there because our flight left at 10 in the morning and that way we would be much closer to the airport.
The bus station was pretty crowded when we got there. I went to the window of the company that I knew had a bus to San Salvador and asked for two tickets. He casually looked up from his phone and said that he had just sold the last one and that another bus left in x amount of hours. Not great news. I didn't know what to do. After relaying the news to Gil, I both reluctantly and panickily went back to the window to ask if there was another bus company that sold tickets to San Salvador. Casually, as if he hadn't just crushed my dreams of getting in at a reasonable hour, he said, next door. For a second I didn't even believe him. Why didn't he say that in the first place?!?! So, I went next door and bought a ticket and listo. We were ready.
Arriving a little late, the bus pulled in, and we got in line to get on. We were told to, first, put our luggage away underneath the bus, so we shifted over to that line. Now I may have spoken too soon about my confidence in Spanish because the man working the luggage area yelled a question at me, and I, for the life of me, understood zero parts of that question in its first iteration and probably even less in its second. Sweating, with the great pressure of the line forming behind, I finally understood in the third iteration that he was asking if we were going to the old or new terminal in San Salvador. He stared intensely, waiting to grab our bags and I did a double, then triple take at our tickets because the fact that there was more than one terminal and that everyone but us seemed to know that had my mind absolutely blown. The man, again yelled the question, making larger and larger gestures at the different compartments. On the verge of tears because why had no one mentioned this, I asked the difference between the two but with the stress, compounded with the fear of misunderstanding, I didn't, in fact, understand him. Feeling completely helpless and at a loss for what to do, two different women behind me intervened. The feeling of relief overcame me as they asked where we were going and explained what the difference between the two terminals was.
While writing this, it really doesn't seem like a major deal, right? In the moment, situations like this so beyond overwhelming because you are left so helpless and so out of control of the situation.
Eventually, we got on the bus and hit the road and made it to San Salvador in the evening. The old terminal (what we ended up needing) really seemed more like a curb on the side of the road rather than an actual terminal. Something that has taken some getting used to on buses here in Argentina is that no one tells you what stop is next. You just have to know. I never know, so I follow along on Google maps and watch what everyone else does. If it looks like they are on the move, and we are near my stop, I assume it's probably my stop.
We got off and grabbed a taxi to our hotel.
At this point, we were both pretty worn out, so we relaxed a little, took showers, and watched some Rick and Morty before heading out to dinner. I was really excited for some of the vegan food I found online. That is until Gil looked and saw that these restaurants were in San Salvador, El Salvador. Now I know, though, for future Leslie if she ever travels to El Salvador, that there are some pretty solid options.
I ended up finding one option online, which was good news. It was a straight walk from the hotel. I wish we had had just a little more time to walk around the city, but it is what it is.
Apologies for the terrible quality of this picture.
This restaurant was a pretty basic vegetarian/vegan restaurant. I ordered the menu of the day, which came with far more food than I anticipated, and Gil got a sandwich and awkwardly had to watch me eat 4 courses.
The menú came with:
a large juice (I ordered grapefruit) - this was the size of a tomato sauce jar
a yummy salad
squash type things stuffed with oats with tomato sauce
a very large bowl of soup
quinoa with milk (like rice pudding sort of) that Gil ate because it was regular milk
Here's Gil's sandwich for all of you dying to know.
We woke up pretty early the next day and headed to the airport in a taxi I had the hotel order for us. For a change, it was nice to not speak to the taxi driver.
We were on our way back to Buenos Aires for the last few days of Gil's stay. I'll fill you in, briefly. We stayed in the cutest Airbnb on the planet. The hosts thought of everything and left very detailed instructions on how to do/where to find anything and everything. It was extra sweet that they left them in English. I'm not sure how, since the woman told me she doesn't really speak English, but it gave Gil some autonomy, which I'm sure he appreciated. For anyone staying in Buenos Aires, I highly recommend this place. It was in a neighborhood called Belgrano, which was a bit chiller and calmer than others I've stayed in.
Like tell me this isn't the cutest Airbnb you've ever seen!
Our view of the sunset from the Airbnb:
In Buenos Aires, I showed Gil the magic of the vegan food there - seriously, the best vegan food I've ever had. Note: As a reminder I call it "vegan food" because it is made with the purpose of having no animal products. That doesn't mean it isn't normal food for every day people.
We got vegan pastries and things at a vegan bakery I had never been to before. So good. Amazing. Wonderful. I think I had Gil shook that this was vegan.
I got a sandwich and Gil, a bagel.
This was just wild.
This empanada was incredible. This is going to sound silly, I know, but it reminded me of taco seasoning you get in the little packets in the U.S. It was probably just chimichurri seasoning.
We also got sushi at, if you recall, the place Leia and I went in July.
We went to Chinatown got some Chinese food, as well, which was very exciting for me because it has been a hot minute since I've eaten Chinese food.
I got rice noodles with tofu. One thing a lot of restaurants here do that I really appreciate is mark whether things are vegan or vegetarian. What I mean is that they don't just say x thing is vegan but indicate every single item that is vegan and every item that is vegetarian. It makes my life so much easier because then I don't have to ask about ingredients.
Gil's was not vegan.
Lastly, we went to Gordo Vegano, where I went with Amanda, and got some incredible sandwiches. I got a milanesa sandwich and Gil, seitan, I think. Either way, they were really, really good. Apparently, I chugged my coffee haha.
We also treated ourselves to a cinnamon roll and blueberry roll thing.
In Buenos Aires, Gil also got to meet yet another Fulbrighter, Sam. We went out and got beer with them and chatted about things like Gil's experience here and how it related to their partner's when they were in Argentina.
I realize my spread of final Buenos Aires information is a tad fragmented. This was an artistic choice, that is, if I am given the liberty to make artistic choices as someone who writes more so to string experiences together than to actually create.
Once we got to Buenos Aires, time simultaneously sprinted and crawled due to the post-travel exhaustion, the lack of plans, and the realization that Gil was leaving soon. I felt myself turning off my "host" mentality and allowed myself to relax a little. Being able to exist together for a couple of days before he left was nice.
Gil left on a Sunday. I was silly and didn't think ahead, so Sam graciously let us leave our stuff at their place for the day. I scheduled a car to drive Gil to the airport, since it was the further away one and that would guarantee that he would not have to speak any Spanish. I scheduled it for 5pm. We walked outside around 4:58. I expected them to be a few minutes late just because of traffic, lights, etc. However, we had just enough time to take a goodbye picture when our man, at 5 on the dot, came walking up to ask if it was us who scheduled the car. Quickly saying what were now rushed goodbyes, we got Gil into the car and he was off.
I, then, found a ride for myself to the other airport in Buenos Aires to make my way back to Puerto Madryn and to end the chaotic, incredibly busy, and incredibly fun month (plus week) of travel. Remember, I started traveling/adventuring in the beginning of July. I went to Corrientes and then Iguazú. Then, I was in Puerto Madryn for about 3 days before heading to Buenos Aires for the mid-year enrichment program for Fulbright. Then, I met up with Gil and went to Puerto Madryn briefly before heading out again.
I currently do not have any plans to travel for the time being. I am happy to be back home and to return to my life and routine. Although it's exhilarating to travel and discover new places, I also want to take advantage of what I have here.
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