Romantic Roads

So many adventures rode along on this journey, but of course, that’s what it was all about: adventure.

We’ll be back someday. There’s still so much to see, to learn, to experience. This was only a chapter.

We traveled through Buenos Aires, El Calafate, El Chaltén, Bariloche, Ushuaia, Antarctica, Puerto Natales, and Santiago. And with each destination came a rhythm of its own. We wandered local markets, hiked through wind swept valleys and glacial trails, shared meals with strangers who became friends, and crossed paths with penguins and whales that reminded us how vast and wondrous this planet really is.

We moved by plane, by bus, by ship, by car. We rode in taxis and gondolas, and tagged along in the cars of generous friends, and friends followed us. The modes of transportation didn’t matter as much as what they carried us toward. The miles were endless. The memories, priceless.

And somewhere along the way, in the stillness of Antarctica, on the winding roads of Patagonia, in those quiet moments watching sunsets from airplane windows, I started to feel it. Maybe this is it. Living life abundantly before I die.

But what if abundance isn’t just about the places I check off or the miles I travel?

What if it lives in the in-between, the quiet pauses, the unexpected conversations, the moments of awe that stop me mid-step? What if it’s found in the challenge of going further, the courage to be still, the willingness to notice what’s unfolding around me?

If I’m asking the question, am I really living life abundantly before I die? Maybe that’s the clearest sign that I still am. Still reaching. Still awake to all of it.

So yes… I think I am. And the beautiful thing? It doesn’t end here. There’s always more to come, more skies to fly through, more paths to walk, more questions to ask, and more moments to truly live.