We’re packed. I have a brand new guidebook (in Spanish).

Paris, I know you will barely register my presence, but I will certainly register yours.  But first, one has to spend more than 13 hours packed like a sardine, sleeping upright with 354 other travelers. When will we really Chilean Roadlearn how to fly?

Remember, the most difficult part of the journey is the first step. Because I always forget something and have to go home one more time.

This blog is dedicated to my buenas Chilean amigas who have bid me farewell with guidebooks and plans for a celebration of Bastille Day upon my return.  And to the two short-haired Mexican orphans who will be staying home, outdoors in the cold Chilean winter.