These five experiences I think hit the romantic spot in Argentina. I’ve always thought that I’ll go back to these places one day with someone close to my soul.
1. Sleeping in an old bus in Cabo Raso, Chubut, Patagonia, Argentina
In the evening the sky seems endless, covered in shades of red, purple and orange and at night it’s pitch black and the Atlantic is dark and never have I felt so far away from the world as I know it, and still so close to my own soul. Blue is the warmest of colours.
2. Having lunch at Cavas Wine Lodge in Luján de Cuyo, Mendoza, Argentina
“It’s like being in paradise”. The staff is warm and friendly and it feels like stepping into Earth’s version of the garden of Eve. Having a three course dinner on the veranda with a bottle of Bonarda looking out over the vineyard and the Andes is precious.
3. Hike up to Refugio Jakob in autumn in Bariloche, Patagonia
I hear the hoves of horses as I walk the narrow trail towards Refugio Jakob and I’m not sure what’s coming towards me. Suddenly they appear around the corner, the three mares and the man leading them down the mountain. I pull myself against the cliff wall as they past, wishing I could jump up and let them take me wherever they’re going. Then I walk along the water and the Cordillera is red, orange and yellow and everything is silent.
4. Horse riding in the Sierras Chicas in Córdoba, Argentina
Have you ever ridden in the dark with a multitude of stars watching you? Cantering on trails that take you up the hills of the Sierras Chicas? I can’t really see where I’m going, but it doesn’t matter. I’m on a horse and the wind is blowing in my hair.
5. Dinner at Butterfly in Bariloche, Patagonia, Argentina
It already had me at the white table cloths and the view over Lago Nahuel Huapi. Then they served me a bit of the Patagonian wilderness transferred into meticolous art on a plate and I had my best dining experience in Argentina.
6. Camping in Lago Puelo, Patagonia, Argentina
It’s in the height of summer. Whilst crowds of Argentines on holiday cool off by the lake, I hike towards the border of Chile and put up my tent with no one else around. It’s the first time I’ve ever camped alone and I haven’t brought enough food, but the park ranger is generous enough to bring back crackers from the village. In the morning I go for a hike and swim in the cold waters of Lago Puelo.