People love to say “you’ll laugh about it later.” That’s what I kept telling myself somewhere between the three missed flights, no sleep, vanished luggage, and food poisoning. Now that “later” is here, I still don’t know if I’m laughing, but I can admit it was a beautiful disaster. If you looked at my Instagram, you’d think I spent two weeks twirling through Patagonia, sipping Malbec in Buenos Aires, and channeling some kind of hot, adventurous aunt energy across the southern