Argentina

Not just where I went, but how I moved. What I paid attention to, what changed my pace, and what stayed in memory.

Argentina stretches from glacier to jungle, mountain to steppe, but I stayed close to the spine of the south and northeast. From the wide avenues of Buenos Aires to the forested stillness of Villa La Angostura, and the thunder of Iguazú’s falls, each place held its own rhythm.

The country holds 12  UNESCO World Heritage Sites, including the falls at Iguazú and the Jesuit Missions nearby. What struck me wasn’t just the scenery, it was how place sets the pace. In Bariloche, days opened with cold air and quiet cafés. On the road to Villa La Angostura, space felt endless, sky bigger than thought. And in Buenos Aires, time bent differently, late dinners, slow mornings, mate passed between friends on stoops or gas station benches.

Argentina is not rushed. And the space it gives you, geographic and emotional, is part of the point.