Argentina is the kind of trip that recalibrates what you thought travel could feel like. Mendoza at the foot of the Andes, where the high-altitude Malbec is being made by the most exciting producers in the New World. Private estancias an hour outside Buenos Aires where horseback rides end with asado lunches. Patagonia, which is its own argument for why we travel at all.
Buenos Aires is one of the great cities of the Americas — a port city that feels European, eats like nowhere else, and dances tango at midnight in milongas tourists never find. We base guests in Recoleta or Palermo, arrange the steakhouses locals actually go to (not the ones in the guidebooks), and pair city days with a working estancia weekend on the Pampas. The contrast is the trip.
Mendoza and the Uco Valley are producing some of the most exciting wines in the world right now, and the producer-led tastings we arrange are wildly different from the bus-tour version. Mornings in the cellars with winemakers, lunches at private bodegas with mountain views, and closing dinners at family tables in the vines. The Andes as a backdrop changes the way the wine tastes.
Patagonia, finally, is one of the few landscapes left that still genuinely overwhelms. The Lake District around Bariloche and the southern fjords near El Calafate offer some of the most spectacular hiking, fly-fishing, and glacier walking on earth, paired with lodges that feel like the end of the world in the best possible way. It's the part of the trip travelers think about for years.