Duplicating a Perfect Experience in Argentina

Two weeks ago, I had a perfect day.

The weather was sunny and breezy.  I rode a horse through the Argentinian countryside with some of my best friends. I ate a homemade meal of empanadas and chicken-and-rice from an abuela (grandma) which was absolutely delightful. To cap it off, I rode home on a bus that stopped at the absolute CLEANEST bathroom I’ve ever come across in South America and then had a delicious dinner and thoughtful conversation with my roommates back in Cordoba.

This adventure (minus the clean bathroom and roommate add-ons) was sponsored and lead by my program leaders & city team with Remote Year, who called it Gaucho Day as it showed us the average life of a Gaucho, which is essentially the Argentinian version of a cowboy.  We learned about lassoing, horse shoes, and cooking and even had a little Argentinian wine.

So when the opportunity arose to go back into the hills for Gaucho Day Part Two (it was such a hit the first time so others wanted to go as well), I jumped right on board.

I asked a number of people if they were also riding again, and heard the same answer from each of them.  Because it was such a nice day, they didn’t want to go again and ‘ruin it.’

I wasn’t sure what to make of this – ruin it?  How could another day spent riding horses with your friends ruin anything?  I suppose I understand the logic: you can’t recreate the exact same experience.  But I didn’t want to recreate the same experience. – I wanted a new experience!

I knew there were different people going (plus my friend visiting from the states) and I’d wear different clothes for all the dang photo ops. I didn’t know we’d take a different route through the mountains, or that lunch would be carne and potatoes (and still those amazing empanadas! Thank God).  I didn’t know it would be slightly rainy and then super overcast for amazing clouds over the hills, or that the sky would open up midday to clear brilliant blue.  All I knew was I wanted a nice day, and set my expectations accordingly, knowing that nothing I could do on THIS day would ever impact what happened on the first day.  That experience was already in the books; I’m no time traveler.

And I had another perfect day.  Followed by cooking and eating a few dozen empanadas with my roommates.  I just really like empanadas.


I’ve heard the ‘going to ruin it’ notion a few times this year – specifically about cities or countries where someone had been, maybe with a significant other, and didn’t want to tarnish their memory for one reason or another.  But I disagree with this notion!  I firmly believe your thoughts create your world.  Thoughts become things.  So choose the good ones!


Second Trip


First Trip


First Trip


Second Trip


Second Trip



I told you I liked empanadas.

Lima by the Numbers

My Life in Lima, Peru:

5 weeks

3 roommates

92 hours of Spanish lessons

2 notebooks filled with Spanish notes

200 flashcards of verbs, nouns, adjectives, and conjugations in various tenses

1 new freelance client

10 resumes reviewed

1 salsa class

11 articles ghostwritten

6 bowls of ceviche

2 times I said ‘oui’ and not ‘si’

1 epic flat tire

12 sunsets over the water

2 police officer visits

1 website relaunch

3 boat rides

1 Groundhog Day celebration

13 mornings where I woke up before 6am

2 drunk sushi nights

1 surf lesson

3 sunburns

1 too many pisco sours

= 1 helluva month


An Average Day for CCJ: Lima

6:00 am – Alarm goes off.  If I’m feeling awake and not lazy, like today, I get up and take a walk-slash-run to the water.

7:00-8:30 am – Start work in the dining/living room of our apartment.  My roommates Josh, Meghan, and Chris are awake and we chat, Meghan usually making a sassy comment, Josh coming in sweating from a Crossfit workout, and Chris reminding me to do my Spanish homework, which I forgot about AGAIN.

8:30-9:00 am – Do Spanish homework.  Walk to Spanish class with Chris.

9-11:00 am – Hablo español.  Hablo hablo hablo español.

11:00-11:20 am: Coffee break.  It’s someone at the school’s birthday (there’s at least one every week, apparently people time their trips to Peru with their coupleaños) and we get a slice  of torte or queque.

11:20-1:00 pm: Hablo hablo hablo español.

1-2:00 pm: Meet a fellow Remote for lunch, or grab an empanada on the walk to the office.


2-6:00pm: Work at our co-working space called Comunal.  Today I have several resumes to revise, 2 content articles to complete and a few invoices to send.


I check Slack and WhatsApp to see messages like this:


Work involves laughing – and noise usually increases at the 4:30 mark — just like in a real office!  I told you we do real work!

My “co-workers” are awesome.


I grab a happy hour beer with two remotes, which turns into three beers with seven remotes.  Then I head to Saqra with Sam and Patrick for dinner.




If I don’t have any programming or official social events in the evening (this month I’ve had a ceviche cooking class, a tour of a local brewery, several networking options, pub trivia, entrepreneurs meetings, a love fest, fishing trip, murder mystery party, and more — and that doesn’t count normal get-togethers and dinner dates), I make plans to either cook at home or meet up with someone for dinner.  Alcohol drinking varies and is not based on the day of the week (because Mondays, ya know?).

With seemingly endless opportunities for fun, be it hanging out watching a movie with one friend, or going bowling with 6 friends, or watching the sunset at dinner in a group of 20, this year I’ve had more options than ever.  Planned events + spontaneity = my perfect day.  ❤