My Final Days in the City I Love
Trip Start Jun 16, 2006
23Trip End Aug 15, 2006
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I`m looking at my map (just a standard political map) and I`m wondering how I'm going to do this. I`m finally overwhelmed by the scope of my grand design. The logistical planning had been fairly easy thus far, and the hardships few and far between. But now I`m headed into the mountains during the winter. I`ll have altitudes to battle, as well as a very real concern of time and funds. I have just over a month to travel 1000s of miles. I have Chile, Bolivia, Peru and Ecuador on the itinerary. I`m not sure what it is going to be like doing this alone
I guess I`m becoming something of a porteņo (city dweller) brat. I`m sleeping 9-10 hours a night. I don`t know, me matas, the city just sometimes makes you lethargic. Especially when you have satellite tv and a comfortable apartment to stay in. You can do nothing all day and still feel awesome. Not feel guilty. Hey, this is my vacation. Back off. I know, it`s all very bittersweet in a way.
Definitely a strange few days since I`ve returned from Uruguay. A lot of thinking, reflecting and imagining. I`ve returned to the beautiful chaos that is this city. I ran back to the Rosadal (the fancy park) in Palermo. It truly is one of the nicer (worst adjective to use) parks in the country, only the park just feels a tad too small. But it was a spectacular day.
It was sunny and in the 60s. The porteņos were out in full force. They`re wearing jackets. POLAR! The new fashion trend. Silvia keeps telling me to buy one or I will die in the Bolivian winter
Today I met up with Benjamin after he got off work for some lunch. We wandered aimlessly about the city before joining the family for mate. Benjamin and Mario got into a discussion about the melancholy nature of the city. It was quite an interesting debate to watch--Benjamin was arguing about the highs and lows of the city, and Mario didn`t agree with him. Benjamin described the city as deprimente, depressing, not necessarily the best policy to go by. But it was a good natured discussion.
Martin stops by for dinner and wishes me bon voyage. I`ll miss him and I`ll miss the Salazars.
I can only look forward to the open road to Mendoza.