Upon returning to Mendoza we checked back into the hostel Bed for Wine, a place we had found haphazardly on our first visit to the wine capital of Argentina. It may seem strange that we were going back to somewhere…


Upon returning to Mendoza we checked back into the hostel Bed for Wine, a place we had found haphazardly on our first visit to the wine capital of Argentina. It may seem strange that we were going back to somewhere…

Following our comically devastating day of trying to get from Mendoza to San Rafael we needed our luck to turn around. Fortunately I had been in contact with a wine representative from St. John’s who carried Chayee Bourass, a winery…

I should have known that the bottle breaking was an omen for the day that lay ahead. The 200 peso bottle of DiamAndes Malbec, the most expensive bottle of wine that we had bought so far on the trip, the…

If someone asks me what comes to mind when someone brings up Bariloche, it is probably dirt. Dirt on my shoes, dirt on my legs, dirt in crevices of my neck I’ve only started to notice since turning thirty, dirt…

You may think that two girls who opt out of Christmas with their families don’t care much about the holiday, but we really are just not willing to lose a month of travel time in order to be home for…

Day 3 Camp Frances to Camp Chileno I woke up Steph an hour earlier than I should have by accident. There are some things you don’t do in life and not giving Steph enough sleep is one of them. To…

Day 2: Camp Paine to Camp Frances and the Frances Valley I didn’t wake up to the sound of Stephanie’s alarm, but instead to a movement under my pillow. It darted back and forth and I wondered if it was…

Day 1 – Puerto Natales to Glaciar Gray I wanted to throw up when Steph’s alarm went off at 6:30am. I had managed at most 3 hours of sleep until I woke up to the sound of James falling out…