People have started leaving. That would be okay if I didn’t like them so much. With Hacker Paradise, you can stay anywhere from two weeks to two months (or all of South America, which is four months). I, obviously, am doing the four months, but others signed up for less time. So, I said my first goodbyes last week. Richard, Julio, and Keith. Three wonderful dudes who asked questions and shared about themselves and brought really good energy to the group.


Richard and I were meeting every morning at Felix Felicis & Co for creative time. We had long talks about religion and relationships and lots of things in between. He came to the Women’s March. He was the force behind StrandedByTrump.com. He had this big, deep voice, and his laugh echoed through a room.

Richard and Lori at with Hacker Paradise


Julio was my first friend here. We wandered into a local bar our first night here and talked about life. I told him he was a really great listener. He laughed and said that he talks a lot more in Spanish. English is his second language, and he’s only been speaking it for the past five months (because his job requires it). While Julio was here, he fell in love with tango. Before he left, I invited him over for a home cooked meal so we could get a proper goodbye. Now he’s off in Morocco.

Sam and Julio with Hacker Paradise
gnocchi, swiss chard, and wine


Keith immediately drew me to him because of his genuine smile and unassuming demeanor. Keith embodies the word Kind. We were at dinner with a group one night, and I almost fell out of my chair when I heard him say, “Let’s go around the table and share the highlight of our trip so far!” I knew we’d be besties. I learned that he’s the live-in caretaker for his brother who became a quadriplegic after a cliff-diving accident in California. And he doesn’t do it grudgingly. He loves his brother. He loves spending time with him. He chooses it. A few days later, we were out somewhere else, and he turned to me and said, “Today would’ve been my mom’s birthday. She passed away a few years ago.” I took the man out for a drink.

Keith and Sam with Hacker Paradise


We had a big halfway party last Wednesday at Caravan Hostel. We had an asado and wine and stuck our feet in the pool (because they wouldn’t let us stick the rest of our selves in it). We toasted to the times we’d had and the times to come. Towards the end of the night, only Niels, Daan, and I were left around the pool. Daan piped up, “We should tell our life stories in ten sentences…or ten minutes…whichever, haha!” So, we did. And it was beautiful.

I didn’t really think about the goodbyes I’d have to say after I left Austin. I only thought about the hellos. But the life of a nomad contains just as many hellos as it does goodbyes, and I’m realizing just how many goodbyes I’m going to experience this year. But if three out of thirty of all my goodbyes actually mean something because the people have actually touched my life, I will consider myself blessed.

Feet at the pool at Caravan Hostel in Buenos Aires


If you’re paying attention, you may’ve noticed that everyone I’ve been talking about is a DUDE. That’s because we’ve been seriously lacking in the estrogen department here. Until now! Yesterday, we got a whole slew of people (like fifteen new people) for month two, and I think half of them are lady folk.

It was interesting to see the group shuffle through during their orientation meeting and think, “How cute, I remember when everything was new and we moved together like sheep.” It’s amazing how much can change in a month.


This week is going to be a busy one. Not only has client worked picked up (thank God), but I’m recording an episode of Designers Drink on Friday, and I’m going to be asadora-in-training! HP and AreaTres have been trying to work out Study Buddies since we got here (but things move on Argentinian time, and it’s not too late unless we’ve left, so….), and we’re finally getting our pairings with a local! I’ve already met my buddy: Marcello. He’s really excited about teaching me how to cook and answering my questions about Argentina and Buenos Aires food and culture. So, Friday evening is an asado here at AreaTres. Marcello is the asador (grill master), and I’m going to be learning along side him! I am so. excited.

If you’re one of my Patreon supporters, you’ll get early access to my cooking adventures and the recipes. Otherwise, you’ll have to be patient and wait for the book to come out sometime next year. 🙂


The weather is absolutely beautiful in BA right now. Highs in the mid-seventies and lows in the sixties. It’s the kind of weather that makes me breathe a little deeper, wander a bit slower, and feel life all around me. As John Muir said, “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”

I hope all is well with you. Comment below and tell me what life is teaching you right now.

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