You would think that after taking such an incredible trip I would rush on this blog and tell you everything about it. But not. I have been in a little bit a of writing slump lately. But suddenly, as I was finishing ironing my clothes, like a good girl on a Sunday evening, I felt the urge to write.
In the spring of 2012, I was somewhere between Philadelphia, PA and Lyon, France. I was counting my blessings for coming back to the motherland, one of them being the ability to start traveling again. I listed 10 Dream Destinations. It was about time to check a second one off my list.
Last year, I turned 40. I could have thrown a big birthday party for myself, but I didn’t feel like celebrating. Instead, I wanted to use that opportunity to do three things I always dreamt I would one day be able to do.
- Skydive. Check.
- Run a 10k. Check.
- Visit Patagonia. Well, check.
To say that I was expecting a lot from that trip would be to undersell it. I have dreamt of Patagonia for over 10 years. In my head, it was the magical land where I would find myself. The place where I would breathe and feel alive. Turns out, it was. It was that and more.
An interesting fact is that, if you look at a map and see where Patagonia is, there nothing else on the horizon. The wind can go around the globe and back totally freely, without ever encountering land. The wind, there, is pure. I always hated the wind. But for some reasons, over there, I craved it. And did we have some… Crazy gusts that blew everything off on their way and had us walk diagonal. But I loved it.
When I booked my trip I followed an impulse and did something completely irresponsible: I bought a trip with several days of hiking. I never hike. I am not trained. I am not comfortable in wild environments. I don’t own any form of hiking equipment. But for some reasons, it felt like there was no other acceptable option. For some reasons I craved those 10-hour walks in the wild. And did we walk… I had to buy hiking gear and I had to sleep in a tent for three nights. But I loved it.
I have been back for three weeks now, and there is not one day that I don’t think about Patagonia. I remember the good times, the laughter with the girlfriends I made there, the sweet moments with the special friend I made there, but as good as those memories are, there is one that beats them all. One that makes my heart beat faster. One that I can’t shake off.
That moment when, after walking 13 miles, I found myself alone. It was 6:00 pm, when the light is the most beautiful. I looked around and all I saw was this amazing land, going on and on. I didn’t feel scared. I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I just felt like I never felt before. I felt alive and grateful and deeply emotional. It was December 24, and it was the best Christmas present I ever received.
Everything else… En images.