Buenos Aires, Argentina.
I love it when a plan doesn’t come together (free after Hannibal, of The A-Team).
When setting out on this trip I had certain expectations. Some of them came true. And a lot of them didn’t. But it’s the way in which they don’t come true that’s important.
The idea of my itinerary was roughly: Fly into Lima (Peru), go to Cuzco to see Machu Picchu, leave Peru after perhaps 2 weeks. See a bit of Bolivia. Head down Chile to Patagonia, up again through Argentina to spend quite some time in Buenos Aires, to learn the tango.
It’s been close to 8 months and I arrived in Chile not two weeks ago and in Buenos Aires only yesterday.
Peru changed from 2 weeks into over 4 months. I visited Ecuador which was never part of the plan. Chile I only saw Santiago, and not for half as long as I would have wanted to. Haven’t been to Patagonia and won’t have the time for it. And finally, I might take a tango lesson while I’m here in BA, but I won’t be able to dance it when I leave.
I guess only Bolivia got the month that I had originally planned for it. And I have to go back because I haven’t seen what I want to see…
So do I feel bad about not realizing my plans? Not at all! Because there is just so much that I did do. In Lima I fell in love not once but trice (ok, one is with the city itself, and the last one it’s better to say that happened in Ecuador, but still…)! Volunteering for two months was absolutely fantastic! Heading down half of Chile as quickly as possible because mom and dad will visit is the coolest ever! Making friends from around the world (and getting invited to come and visit) is awesome!
I love it when a plan doesn’t come together.