Average number of cheek-kisses per day: 40

Number of jet-lagged hours of sleep I got each night: 3

Number of apartments viewed: 2

Number of bunks in my room: 4

Number of hot men in BA: Number of men in BA

Highlight: Being sung Pokarekare ana by two wonderful Argentinian women

Lowlight: Standing in dog-do, there are footpath landmines everywhere.

I'm pretty sure I will look back at the week that was in absolute wonder.

On Sunday I packed up my life into a bicycle bag and a suitcase and flew from Wellington, New Zealand to Buenos Aires, Argentina. One day later I dived head-first into a new job at their busiest time ever. Averaging 3 hours of jet-lagged sleep a night, I learned how to make extra strong coffees, the time-consuming joy of kissing hello and goodbye (this includes everyone from co-workers to couriers) mastered the marketing potential of medical X-ray imaging, ate weird and wonderful mountains of food and somehow made it to Friday.

This is a heart attack on a plate, at least you will die happy.

Argentina has a curious law that if a public holiday falls on a Tuesday, they get a 'bridging holiday' on the Monday to extend it to a four day weekend. As luck would have it, I am typing this on a Saturday evening of one of these long autumn weekends now. Bonus… I now have time to get my laundry and life in order before work starts back on Wednesday.

I can't stress how different things are to the English speaking world I've worked in most of my life. People are incredibly passionate, even more so in business. Hand gestures, pacing the floor and dramatic expression are the norm and suddenly after 10 years of travelling and working in 40 odd countries I feel like a bit of a stiff. I guess what I'm saying is that I still have a lot to learn.

This is one of my co-workers making faces, hope the wind doesn't change.

I'm trying to say yes to every offer I receive and to act on the impulses I feel. Tonight I really felt like popcorn, so I walked to a shop, bought it, cooked it, added waaaay too much salt so it was just the way I like it and enjoyed every last steaming kernel.

Earlier, I sat in a café attached to an old-school book store with wooden ladders and all and read a book on fashion illustration as I sipped my café con leche. Instead of admiring the gorgeous pencil sketches, I acted on the impulse and googled 'life drawing' in Buenos Aires and enquired about joining a class.

The gift of leaving your perfectly normal life, going on a bicycle tour and starting afresh in a new city is that you get to decide what exactly you put back into the life you're living. Whether it's popcorn, life drawing or forest yoga (I almost made it but had to view an apartment at the last minute!) I have never felt more in touch with who I am and what makes me happy.

I know I am at the extreme end of things, you don't necessarily have to quit your life to discover all this but if I asked you right now, what you could you add to your life for a bit of extra happiness, what would it be?