South America
South America always felt like the edge of the world to me. It wasn’t that I didn’t dream of going—it just felt so far away that it didn’t even cross my mind as a possibility. But last year, I somehow ended up in Argentina, my first taste of this massive, beautiful continent. Buenos Aires? It’s all tango in the streets, dulce de leche on every menu, and a vibe that makes you want to linger. And Patagonia? Let’s just say I’m a mountain snob, but Patagonia lives up to it.
Central America
Central America wasn’t supposed to be a destination—it was just a stopover between Argentina and Canada. But Nicaragua had other plans. I spent my time hiking volcanoes I didn’t think I’d survive, wandering through pastel-colored streets in Granada, and sipping coconuts by the lake like I’d been living there for years. It was short and unplanned, but honestly? Sometimes those are the best trips.
