Travel to learn. Learn to travel.
The gut-wrenching word “cancelled” appeared on the departures board next to our flight, and the Air Canada agent confirmed it with an announcement. Our fears had come true. We might not get home to Canada after all.
Nerve-racking, but we got home to Canada Read more
Two reminders of Canada greeted us after we got off the bus in Buenos Aires, and I took them as good omens that our journey home to Canada will be successful.
The unknown is the scariest: waiting to fly home to Canada Read more
I sat on the cool cement steps in the milking parlour, watching as Manuel whistled and the cows clop-clopped in to be milked. In many ways, the little town of Larroque and the surrounding countryside in Argentina feel more like home than other Latin American countries we’ve visited.
Larroque feels much like home Read more
There’s a joke photo going around in Argentina showing a maté cup with many silver metal straws in it. That’s what constitutes social distancing in this new coronavirus world. We are heading back to Canada on March 22 – the earliest we could get a flight.
The long road home just got shorter Read more