I’ve officially been in Freiburg, Germany for three months! Since I arrived, I’ve written about mental health and everyday life, about travel and identity and making friends, but I haven’t yet talked about the city itself and all the fun things there are to do here. Posts about Freiburg and pretty much every city already exist out there on the internet. Lonely Planet and Atlas Obscura are my favorite sites, but all you need to do is search “Freiburg” or your city of choice in Google to find the right information.

Tonight, or rather early tomorrow morning, I hop on a flight to El Calafate. For almost the last time in my four months here, I’ll get up after barely three hours of sleep, call a cab, and arrive at the airport sleepy and excited for the adventure ahead. I’ll go through security with my full water bottle, I’ll probably buy an overpriced airport coffee, and then I’ll sit at my gate until it’s time to board. Every other time I’ve done this, I’ve had friends along; there have always been people to giggle with in the airport and shoulders to nap on in the cab.

I passed two little boys the other day, walking with their dad down the glacier pathways and discussing what would happen if the glacier was turned on its side and came crashing down into the lake like a tower of blocks. They were going at it passionately, and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen as I listened to the crashes of the calving glacier. Seeing the boys trotting alongside their dad reminded me of my own family vacations as a child, bickering with my siblings and tagging along behind my parents.