Growing up in Georgia the closest beach for our family was Destin, Florida by choice. We could have gone to Panama City or even St. Simon on the Georgia coast but my mom and dad took us to Destin first and we went back again and again. Now that I’m older and love to fish I would jump at the chance to get back down to the Gulf and enjoy a fishing vacation.
Last Tuesday I decided to move to Argentina. Sometimes this kind of decision takes a while to percolate before coalescing into a concrete plan, but this one was impulsive.
My roommates in Colorado went to Patagonia last year, and kept talking about this one valley, a place like paradise that was so beautiful they almost couldn’t leave.
Then, last Monday, I met up with MatadorTravel.com editor David Miller, who told me about a fertile valley south of Bariloche, with trout streams and breweries.