A mere 25 hour bus ride from the bustling chaos of Buenos Aires lands you in a lakeside community (ski resort in the winter from June - September) called Bariloche. I was finally able to catch my breath and remember the larger things in life while I sat miles above sea level and away from the hectic traffic and murky coastline, perched in the ancient Andes. Ahhhh! Mountain air, miles of hikes, refugios in the mountains, and wildflowers all around have been the antidotes to the barrage of daily living in one of the biggest cities in the world. The buses that run here are plush and serve meals with red wine (vino tinto) or champagne, and the trip is well worth it. We pushed a little further into the Andean foothills to the small, hippy town of El Bolson for a couple of days which was even more relaxing and warmer. Bariloche is beautiful and kicks off the entire Patagonia route that leads south to the glaciers of Chile and Argentina. It is a ski town geared towards tourism, but further out you can wander and not see another soul for miles.
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