Vagabonding (derived from the word vagabond of course) could potentially be used as a verb. Mr. Rolf Potts, an iconic travel writer and personal idol of mine, coined the term himself when he began a backpacking stint during his mid twenties.
This is a lifestyle that I will happily admit I have adapted as my own, at least for the time being. While I feel comfortable enjoying this lifestyle anywhere: Argentina, a widely vast and geographically diverse country, is well suited for my current vagabonding terrain.
One week in this beautiful metropolis, and what a week it has been. Luggage was lost, and then it was found, Tango Backpackers hostel has become my temporary home, and I have reunited with some of EF’s finest former employees. All in all the adventure is off to a wonderful start.
Some of the highlights have included stumbling upon hundreds of Tango dancers in the street who congregated for Tango Night, attending a Drumming concert while swaying to the beats with hippies, and having an authentic Argentinean Asado compliments to Chris.
Tomorrow our band of traveling nomads (Andy, Colin, Bree, Chris and myself) will head to a beach town in the south and from there we will branch off to new adventures. Life could not be any better right now. I was meant to roam the world and eat the best tasting steak known to mankind.
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