Colombia was good to us. We made new friends, improved our Spanish and lived like the locals for five weeks.
While we originally thought we might spend the holidays in Medellin, we only booked our apartment through mid-December, leaving the door open to move on if it felt right. And we are glad we did because plans have changed.
Here's why: We love the sunshine as much as anyone else, but the mountains run in our blood (thanks for this mom and dad). I spent my entire childhood trying to escape the pine trees and snowy winters of Tahoe by telling my parents I was born for the beach. Truth is though, I'm a mountain girl through and through. And even though Anthony grew up surfing the waves in Santa Cruz, ten years in Colorado and climbing to the base camp of the world's largest mountain has changed the man.
So after leaving Medellin this past Monday, we packed our bags and took a bus to Salento, Colombia where we spent 24 hours enjoying the coffee region and hiking through palm tree valleys before riding another bus to the airport in Bogotá, Colombia and sleeping on the floor.
After catching an early and long flight, we finally landed in one of my new favorite cities for a 48 hour layover: Buenos Aires. We stayed in a cozy studio apartment and spent the days walking the gorgeous parks and drinking as much red wine as possible. We also rode one of those double-decker tourists buses with no roof and visited Tierra Santa, the world's only religious theme park.
We left Buenos Aires early this morning, tired from the sun and wine. The city was dreamy and quickly pulled us in, but our destination awaited us further south. We boarded a small plane and watched as the landscape changed from busy city to snow-capped peaks.
So, where are we spending our Christmas abroad?
Our last stop of 2015 is a little lake town backed up to a jagged mountain range. There are a few local breweries, lots of flannel and the main street has as many local chocolate shops as it does hiking stores.
We're here because it's finally time; it's the moment we've been anticipating for over a year now. We've landed in the regions that originally started our trip; the mountains and valleys and rivers that everything has revolved around.
This place is the climax of our story and year abroad. It's the tangible and symbolic place behind our going to the woods to live deliberately. It's where we shed it all and push ourselves for two whole months.