My favorite travel companion is my boyfriend, Mike. We have been together for about one year and we are true adventurers and best friends. We spend a lot of our time together enjoying any type of travel as long as it involves the outdoors. We recently returned from spending three weeks in Patagonia, Chile. Patagonia was a destination that we both wanted to travel to for as long as we could remember and it was our first international excursion together. We planned, sacrificed, and argued about this trip one year before we left. When we finally departed for our trip, nothing went smoothly. We missed our flight to Santiago and we had to wait for a flight the next evening, our bags got lost leaving from the US to Santiago, and we missed our flight to southern Chile because we were trying to locate our bags. We thought that we would never get to Patagonia and we almost considered just buying a ticket home and giving up on all of our months of preparation and excitement. Luck finally turned our way and we made it to Patagonia with our bags. As soon as we got there, we stopped and fly fished in every stream we could find, tried desperately to speak and get directions from locals with very limited Spanish, backpacked for six days to the Cerro Castillo mountain range, skinny dipped in a forty-degree alpine lake with ice floating in it, and told jokes and stories in our tent every night. We were tested with lost luggage and missed flights, and many feelings of frustration, but this was the most memorable trip I have ever been on and it was all because of my travel partner. He is the only person I want to travel with and even though luck does not always go our way, we can’t wait to continue to travel, experience and see the world together.