The past week was a blur with all the activities for CEVA, the children’s summer camp that I directed. So much so, in fact, that I don’t have any thing written to post, or any time to upload photos. Shocking, I know. The upshot of all that activity is that I didn’t have any time to wait anxiously as I usually do when visitors come to town. Instead I finished with our week of camp and went to the airport the next morning to pick up my friend Amanda. Despite some flight issues (there always seems to be something when people come here), she arrived intact and with all the supplies for our backpacking trip in Patagonia. As I waited in the airport, I saw the tourism banners that are posted throughout the building and I took it as a sign (and not just literally):
We’re headed to Torres del Paine National Park, one of the natural wonders of Chile, tonight at midnight, so the sign seemed appropriate. Until we get back, I’ll most likely be off the radar. In the meantime, take out your map and look for the southernmost city in the world—Punta Arenas—and that’s where Amanda and I will be.