Sex-on-Legs: A Buenos Aires Tango Show Tale
When I die, if it’s possible to place a well-timed request for the next life, I’m totally asking to return as a tango dancer in Buenos Aires.
When I die, if it’s possible to place a well-timed request for the next life, I’m totally asking to return as a tango dancer in Buenos Aires.
Meat is the Argentine delicacy, the great mecca of meals. And the institution where Buenos Aires locals go to get their beef, is the parrilla, a traditional steakhouse.
When the going gets steamy, the Porteños hit the road to find respite. Trying to make like a local, we took a day trip to the Tigre Delta.
As you try to grasp Buenos Aires’s vibe, one thing becomes abundantly clear: the Palermo neighborhoods, including Palermo Hollywood, are the ultimate haps.
It’s hotter than Hades here in Buenos Aires, and seriously, guys? I’ve got one word for you: Buckets. As in, I’m sweating BUCKETS in Buenos Aires.
I’m love-, love-, loving the return to the sights, sounds, possibility and energy of an enormous urban world while still struggling to fully experience them.
I’ve said before that I’m my favorite version of myself when I travel, and I want to see that side of myself again, and soon.
Tucked into the Florida Panhandle’s shimmering Emerald Coast, Destin, FL might be one of the loveliest places we’ll live on our nomadic journey — and as a destination, it’s also been one of our most pleasant surprises. Truth is, we chose to move to Destin for a number of reasons, […]
So, I bought a pet. Actually, 2 pets. If, in fact, a betta fish can be classified as a pet (and why shouldn’t it be?!). What? Is it weird to own a pet but have no permanent address? Aw, come on…live a little! It was my birthday weekend, and perhaps […]
There are days in a digital nomad’s life that are very, very good. Like, when you’re cruising through the Laurance S. Rockefeller Preserve at Grand Teton National Park and you see a monstrous moose with velvety antlers chilling in a pond, chomping on stringy, green algae, and staring at you […]
If history teaches me anything it will be that I’m a sucker for nostalgia. I mean, look, here I am trying to write an “I’m leaving Montana, what now?” post, and all I can think about is Boyz II Men crooning their ode to farewells. Damn good song, that one. […]
Let me count the ways: 1. Big Sky Lone Peak mountain will take the breath away from the most hardened skiers. Granted, I am not a hardened skier. In fact, I vowed never to ski again after an unfortunate incident on a 10th grade school ski trip – but that’s […]