So many reasons
“Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like its scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.”
-Katie Kacvinsky
For some reason, South America resonates with me, deeply, profoundly, like home. I’m happy when I am there, I find great joy in speaking Spanish, bumbling my way through missed verb tenses (‘yesterday, I go here’). Even though I know I am making mistakes, I am unafraid to try.
The fruit stalls, the small markets, the smiles of people when I make mistakes in my Spanish, the sense of adventure that permeates the landscape — all makes me feel more at home in South America more than in many places I have been. I know that at some point in my life, I need to live there. There, there — being somewhere – Chile, Argentina, Peru. Somewhere in the mountains. Somewhere there is adventure. Somewhere there are mountains and … the essence of adventure on the tip of my tongue.
And there is so much I don’t know yet. God lord, I have yet to visit Colombia. And Ecuador? I barely know you.
But South America, you call my name. Aurora. A Spanish name.
I hear you.
One of the houses in Punta Arenas
Public art, alive and well. Dancing along the sound.
I’d drive this truck for a ways. Except it doesn’t have a front window….
Rather drive this guy (as seen in Torres del Paine with Colorado plates)
Or maybe I should just ride a pedal-bike down the mountains.
It’s an amazing place friends. Get yourself there. You might just pick up a little piece of home.
I’ll come visit if you move there–in an instant!