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Soaring Into The Heart of the Hemisphere


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Spring has fluttered away, and autumn’s annual gift of unsightly barren trees only means one thing—winter is upon us. But before Mother Nature brews another healthy portion of her special wintery-mix, it’s time to escape. Buenos Aires sparkles in the sunlight and radiates at night. Within a few glances, you’ll see that Caracas’ natural beauty is its charm. At the tail-end of the Caribbean island trail, Curaçao has a melodic blend of cultures. Whether in the rum shops of the capital city, Port of Spain, or in the beach side villas of Mayaro, an unspoiled rural outpost on the island’s east coast, Trinidad has the perfect balm for weary travelers. Turks and Caicos is a lover’s haven.

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