The following essay appears in our Summer 2017 digital issue. The entire issue is available for immediate download.
In the cold rain, wearing a jacket I believed waterproof, I exited Teatro Colon, Buenos Aires’ most ornate theater. Home to more gold and bronze than exists in most American cities, this massive tribute to art shouldered its responsibility to provide magic from the moment of entrance to the climactic performances where musicians ascend into the ceiling to portray the sounds of gods, goddesses and angels. Wrapped in the cloak of artistic revelry and pondering my next destination, I stepped into the rain.
The picture: a 40-year-old woman, traveling alone for the first time in almost two decades, sent on assignment by my editor to write about the city of Buenos Aires, a destination I was embarrassed to have never visited. While I jumped at the chance to hop on two planes to the other edge of the Americas (or the ass of the world, as a snarky friend called Argentina), being without the protective shield of parenthood and matrimony proved unnerving.
MICHELE BIGLEY is an award-winning travel writer and author of over thirty guidebooks. Her work has appeared in AFAR.com, Brides, Boston Globe, Los Angeles Times, Perceptive Travel, San Francisco Chronicle, Smart Set, Islands, CNN, and many more. She is currently working on a book, Eight Feet on the Ground, in which she describes her experiences teaching her kids about the planet they will inherit through travel.