Argentina: Land of the Gaucho, a Marvel of Senses

“What a marvel.”

Those are the only words that seem to come back to my mind every hour or so. Argentina was exactly what I needed—even if I didn’t know it at the time. This chapter of our journey was when reality hit hard, yet it did so in the best possible place. Because the raw, staggering beauty of this country has a special way of calming the chaos of the mind. I’ll let the photos below show you the magic. But beyond the landscapes, it’s the soul of the people that left a mark—the warmth, the joy, the choice to live fully rather than just survive. In Argentina, beauty and pleasure are a constant, always waiting around the next corner.

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After a week soaking in the art, culture, and energy of Buenos Aires, we boarded a flight heading south—very far south. We landed at the edge of the world, in the region known as Tierra del Fuego, near the city of Ushuaia. It’s the last major settlement before the Drake Passage, which we hope to cross one day on our way to Antarctica.

The moment we stepped off the plane, a blanket of serenity wrapped around us. Fallon felt it too, and I noticed it in nearly everyone we encountered. Maybe it’s the crisp, clean air. Maybe it’s the way the snow-capped mountains cradle the town. Or maybe it’s just knowing you’re so far removed from all the noise and madness of modern life. Whatever it was, I knew immediately: I will be back.

Just 30 minutes from town, you’ll find Tierra del Fuego National Park — the “Land of Fire.” But the burn here isn’t from flames. It’s the kind that ignites your chest with emotion when you take in its breathtaking views. It burns your heart with wonder. And when a tear falls from that feeling and meets the icy wind, it burns again — this time from the cold. It’s nature’s way of showing us that beauty and difficulty often go hand in hand — a perfect reflection of life itself. Tierra del Fuego doesn’t just burn — it reminds you that the most extraordinary places, like life, are both beautiful and brutal.

Thanks to life for giving us the opportunity to not just see but to feel the beauty of the end of the world.

Tierra del Fuego is more than just a place—it’s a feeling. One that will stay with us forever.

And if life is kind, we’ll feel it again.

Check out the videos we made with love from this incredible corner of the planet. Let us know what you think—we hope they move you as much as the place moved us.

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If Tierra del Fuego was unforgettable, Patagonia hit me straight in the heart. I’ll do my best to describe it—but there are feelings here that simply refuse to be captured in words. Maybe that’s what makes them special.

Patagonia is where time slows, and the wind takes over. We were lucky—several days of calm weather gave us the chance to fully explore. Our first stop was Nibepo Aike, a working ranch (or estancia) with over a century of history. Founded in the early 1900s by a Croatian family, it’s not just a ranch—it’s a legacy. A living story. A vibe. And now, a memory woven into the fabric of my life.

Nibepo Aike reminded me of my roots—of farm life, of the balance between hard work and quiet peace. It brought back memories of the people I love, of family, of food, of laughter, and of simpler worries. The kind of memories that shape you. For that, I’m deeply grateful.

But Patagonia isn’t just gauchos, landscapes, and asados. It’s so much more.

We next visited Perito Moreno, one of the most awe-inspiring glaciers on Earth. This massive wall of ice feels alive. Born from the eternal snows of the Andes and slowly melting before your eyes, it’s a powerful symbol of time passing. Watching it reminded me that we have to move—we have to live. Perito Moreno is not just a natural wonder—it’s nature’s clock, ticking slowly in front of you.

Keep moving, Perito. Keep moving.

After feeling so inspired by nature, we wanted to give something back. So we took on our most challenging hike yet: the Fitz Roy Trail. This 13.5-mile (22 km) trek starts in El Chaltén and winds through some of the most stunning landscapes in Argentina. The trail teases you with distant glimpses of Fitz Roy, hides it behind steep terrain, then finally rewards you—with a bright blue glacial lake at its base.

When we arrived, I felt peace from the silence and beauty, awe from the view, and a bit of anxiety… because we were only halfway done after six hours. But we knew we had five more hours to go, this time downhill and with our hearts full of wonder.

We captured it all—watch the videos below to witness Patagonia’s magic. A place that touched our hearts again and again.

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Our last stop was Mendoza—Argentina’s wine capital, or as Fallon called it: her Disney World.

Surrounded by the Andes, Mendoza is a desert valley transformed into one of the world’s finest wine regions. Thanks to the perfect mix of altitude, soil, and sun, the wines here—especially the Malbecs—are world-renowned.

At first, I was more interested in the landscape than the wine. But after a proper tour of Valle de Uco, something changed. Here we made a friend who taught me that wine appreciation isn’t just about taste—it’s about mood, food, and company. There’s no such thing as the “best” wine—only the right wine for that moment. It’s a game of flavors, colors, and emotions.

By the time we left Mendoza, I wasn’t just drinking wine—I was enjoying it. And Fallon? She was in heaven from the moment we arrived… especially after discovering the alfajor.

But Mendoza isn’t only wine. We also visited Potrerillos, a tiny town by the Cordon del Plata mountains, overlooking a peaceful lake. It’s perfect for hiking or simply resting in silence. We spotted wild horses and guanacos, and slept to the calming rhythm of untouched nature.

What stood out most in Mendoza, though, was the people. Maybe it was the welcoming smiles, maybe the wine, maybe the simplicity—but we connected with several locals on a deeper level. One woman, our Airbnb host, said something I’ll never forget:

“What you’re doing—traveling the world—it’ll change the answers you give to life’s questions. Because you’re gathering so much perspective, you’ll have more tools to compare, to understand.”

She was right. This journey is changing us, at least me. And Argentina was a turning point we’ll never forget.

If you want to see more about Mendoza check out these amazing videos below!

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I have to admit—I had a misconception about where I was headed. I’d heard of Bariloche before, mainly because it’s one of the most popular ski destinations in South America. As someone who enjoys skiing, I naturally pictured a typical ski town nestled in a valley, and I made the classic mistake of setting expectations. I broke my own motto of going into places with an open mind—and this time, I was proven completely wrong.

We visited in the fall, so the crisp air had already settled in and the autumn colors were beginning to show. But what truly caught me off guard was the beauty—unreal, unexpected beauty. I wasn’t prepared for the explosion of greens, yellows, turquoise blues, and snow whites. This particular region is home to a wide variety of trees—some deciduous, turning golden and shedding their leaves, while others stay vibrant year-round. Pair that with the bright blue glacial lakes and the snow-capped peaks in the background, and you have a landscape that’s genuinely jaw-dropping.

But Bariloche is just the beginning.

These towns seem purpose-built for exactly what Fallon is doing in the photo below—sitting still, soaking it all in, and letting the peace and beauty of the place wash over you.

After spending a week and a half here, we can confidently say that the Bariloche area has earned a spot on our shortlist of places we could one day call home. It’s the perfect blend of everything we love—mountains, water, snow, nature, good food, and kind people. Honestly, what more could you ask for? Bariloche and the Seven Lakes Route don’t just check all the boxes—they redefine them.

Don’t open these videos if you don’t want to fall in love whit these places!!

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And for last—the best?

Maybe. I’m not really sure. But if honesty defines me, then I can say that the full spectrum of emotions I could feel in this country has finally come full circle.

Because here, in this place—like someone that i love told me—you mainly feel.

Even though you see.

Even though you smell.

Even though you hear.

(And trust me, you do hear.)

What prevails is the feeling of a force—one that humbles even el gaucho más matrero… even Martin; definitely me.

At first, I was shocked. Walking into the park felt more like entering a theme park in Florida. But by now, I’ve learned not to jump to conclusions. I’ve gotten better at living by my motto: “Expect nothing, and let the world surprise you.”

And oof—it did.

The entrance and organization made total sense once we saw the number of people this place attracts. The blend of fauna, humidity, and wild vegetation feels like a tropical jungle—minus the sweltering heat. It’s surreal. I felt the difference before I fully realized it.

This place is unique.

And yeah—I know I’ve been using that word a lot. But look at the photos and tell me I’m wrong.

That’s only half the evidence. The rest? I’ll try to explain in words, since we can’t upload feelings—yet.

We began the day by hopping on a boat and getting soaked by 275 mini-falls that together form this massive shower of nature. The water was cold, fresh, and full of joy. I laughed like a kid. It reminded me of running in the rain back home—pure, messy fun.

It felt like a soul cleanse.

It washed off any lingering worry, and we started the day fresh and buzzing. From there, we explored the entire park, all the way to La Garganta del Diablo—the Devil’s Throat.

Once you get there, something shifts.

The sound—already a vibration—grows so powerful that it reaches you before your mind can name it.

It hits your chest, not your ears.

You don’t just hear it—you feel it.

It’s like the falls are speaking a language beyond sound, one that goes straight to the heart.

It is breathtaking.

And again—unique.

The joy of that day lasted well beyond sunset. Honestly, it stuck with me for days. Right up until we hopped on a ferry and said goodbye to this magical land.

Argentina—land of the gaucho, of asado and dulce de leche, of tango and wine—you stole my heart.

You’re luring me back in. Maybe one day, I’ll return.

Thanks for reading this far. We appreciate you more than you know.

Enjoy the video below—made with all our love for this powerful, magical place.