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Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit Argentina, in One Sentence It was a Thursday in early November, and Buenos Aires had turned purple. The jacaranda trees along Avenida 9 de Julio were in full bloom, dropping petals onto the pavement cafes where porteños lingered over espresso and medialunas in shirtsleeves. Warm but not yet sweltering, the city felt like it was showing off. And the hotel I’d booked in Palermo had cost me noticeably less than a friend paid the previous January. I’ll explain that gap later, because it’s the key to timing this enormous, dramatic country. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit Costa Rica, in One Sentence I booked Costa Rica in October because it was all I could afford, and a well-meaning relative warned me I’d spend the whole week trapped under a rain cloud. Instead, I got sunlit mornings hiking around Arenal with the volcano sharp against a blue sky, then warm, theatrical afternoon downpours I learned to plan around with a coffee and a book on the porch. The rainforest was almost violently green, the lodges were half-price, and I had the hanging bridges nearly to myself. That so-called bad season turned out to be the best-value trip I’ve ever taken. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit Iceland, in One Sentence It was 11:40 at night and the sky over Thingvellir was still the color of weak tea. We’d pulled the campervan onto a gravel shoulder, too tired to drive but too wired by the light to sleep, and my brother said the thing I’ve thought every June since: “It’s like the day forgot to end.” That was the midnight sun, and it spoiled us. The flights had cost a fortune and the campsite fees stung, but nobody warned us how hard it is to go to bed when the sun won’t. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit India, in One Sentence The first time I planned India, I picked May because the flights were cheap. A seasoned traveler at my hostel in Delhi heard the plan, put down her chai, and said simply: “You’re going to melt.” She was right. Forty-three degrees in the shade of a Jaipur fort, the marble too hot to touch, every sane local indoors by noon. I’d accidentally booked the worst possible month — and learned the single most important rule about this enormous, glorious country. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit Jordan, in One Sentence I’d been told the Treasury at Petra was overwhelming, but nobody warned me about the cold. It was a clear morning in late November, and I’d walked the Siq at dawn with frost still on the sand in the shadows, my breath visible, a single Bedouin tea-seller setting up as the rose-red facade caught the first sun. By noon I was in shirtsleeves. By the time I reached Wadi Rum that evening, I was grateful for every blanket the camp owner piled on. Jordan, I learned, is a country of extremes, and timing it right changes everything. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit New Zealand, in One Sentence I’ll never forget the moment a German guy in our Wanaka hostel kitchen unfolded a map and traced the route he’d planned: a tight ten-day loop of both islands in late June, all of it built around beaches and the Great Walks. He’d booked it from the other side of the world assuming June meant summer. It does not. Half the alpine tracks were snowed in, the campervan heater became his best friend, and he ended up reinventing the whole trip around hot pools and ski fields, which, to be fair, he loved. But it could have gone very differently with a little planning. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit Peru, in One Sentence The guide at our hostel in Cusco frowned when I showed him our dates. “October? You know that’s the edge of the rains.” I did know, and I’d booked it on purpose, because the June and July fares had made my eyes water. So we gambled on the shoulder. And on the morning we finally reached the Sun Gate above Machu Picchu, the clouds tore open right on cue, the ruins floated below us in hard golden light, and there were maybe a third of the crowds the high-season photos always show. I’ll come back to why that gamble worked further down. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit South Africa, in One Sentence We pulled up to a waterhole in Kruger on a cold, clear July morning, breath misting, and just waited. Within twenty minutes there were elephants, a tower of giraffe, a nervous herd of impala, and then a leopard slinking down to drink while the whole bush held its breath. Our guide grinned and said the same thing every guide says in winter: this is why you come now. The grass was low, the animals were thirsty, and there was nowhere for anything to hide. ...

Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. The Best Time to Visit Switzerland, in One Sentence It was a July morning above Grindelwald, and the cog railway had just spat us out into a meadow so green it looked retouched. Cowbells clanked somewhere below, the Eiger’s north face loomed grey and enormous across the valley, and we ate bread and Gruyère on a bench while paragliders drifted past at eye level. Idyllic — and, I’ll admit, eye-wateringly expensive once the lift tickets and the hotel were tallied. That bill taught me something about timing Switzerland that I’ll come back to, because the season you choose changes everything here. ...