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In all of our travels, we have enjoyed the sights we have seen but loved the people we’ve met. Every country has a different personality and the most memories, at least the lasting ones, are in relationships.
In South America, here were a few…
The taxi driver in Bogota who saw Sarah (not Rachel, shocker) dancing in the backseat and turned up the music to dance along.
The friends in Iguazu Falls who drove from Brazil to Argentina, baked us pumpkin pie from green pumpkins (tasty!) for Thanksgiving, and showed us that living without stuff doesn’t mean living without joy.
The handsome airline pilot who took us to dinner at the best parilla ever, introduced us to dulce de leche, and helped make Buenos Aires one of our favorite cities.
The seat mate on our Lima flight who took time to write us a super perfect plan of everything to do in Bogota in extreme detail.
The hotel staff in Buenos Aires who made us feel like princesses and helped us with everything from food to Spanish to safety.
The pair of friends in Santiago who drove us to see the mountains at night, and then back to the perfect area for dinner after watching Rachel limp down the street.
And as we start to think about coming home, it’s people, not things or places, we want to see. Thankful for friendships, in all shapes and sizes and languages and countries.