Tonight we stayed in a hotel with TV in room and among the dozens TVE channel was available. We have seen the news and, if we did not have sufficient these days feeling that this has flown by, the news was traced almost to the last we saw in Valencia before packing the car to Madrid. The wave of cold, snowfall that complicate things in roads and airports ... for a few moments we have left mentally translate this pseudo deja-vu, and we thought again about to start, not finish this year so special. But with the weather man has gone overprinted date, and we have abruptly awakened :-( Well, also according to the news we still have one last hope to scrape a little bit more to this dream, even if a final stretch Saturday: it seems like every year around this time (it is so sure that comes as the nougat :-/), there are threats of strikes in Iberia, so like us "are forced" to wait to be resolved here in Chile: - )
Anyway, this is over, but obviously we can not complain. These last 3 weeks in southern Chile (and a bit of Argentina), moreover, have been almost like a normal holiday, since it dates because we had almost fully booked and organized in advance. They began with a reunion special, in handy to close our year of travel: after 11 years since we met, we spent the week before Christmas day with Lynn and Steve, my American family and "guilty" virus infect travelers. His youngest son, Callan, had completed one semester at a university in Buenos Aires and was going to happen next in Santiago de Chile, so they took their summer holidays in the southern hemisphere to accompany him on his transfer ... not just by the most direct, of course :-) walked part of Argentina, to Patagonia, and then crossed into Chile and were going to Santiago. Halfway in the region of Los Lagos, we find the three, and together we got lost among mountains and fjords as we would put the day of our lives. It was very emotional, they are truly family to me, and more than 20 years after I adopted a whole school year has been very nice to remember those times and proudly tell the good life that they, like us, we managed to carry since. Especially entertaining was Callan also enjoy a nicest guy, loving parents and their nature and learn about other cultures, and who was also physical evidence that we had last time no see (I was the first "son" of Lynn and Steve, 3 years later was encouraged with his own :-) In short, we spent some great days with them, which culminated with a nice tribute Gourmet on Christmas Eve, and an equally delicious breakfast that we prepared them while we were organizing our backpacks to continue their way south.
Only one small cloud our days with them. In the Amazon I brought a "gift" which later turned out to be relatively innocuous, but ... bring it to me because of where it was bringing me, it was not very reassuring. And it left me little bumps on the back of the head, that day became something more general swelling. And also had its own life, moved by my head, but neither was too upset to spend a few days on the mountain joking about becoming "the elephant man" until we got down to civilization (= village of 200 inhabitants) and I could see a doctor. His diagnosis was not anything exotic, like any stupid, had used my head to lay eggs or something (at this point, our imagination :-/), flooded but had a subcutaneous infection originated in the hair follicles. And that hair, you will wonder the more horny =: -0? Then there was the problem precisely in Iquitos, possibly the dirtiest city we've been since we left India, I play the rapadita biweekly, and the follicles wide open after the haircut we walk through a dirty market to more no power (so if, so fun, the markets are always a must for us.) And what I like sobarme the cabolo, but if this recent peladito ... finally, late antibiotic treatment to take effect, but gradually recovered my normal size head =: - /
was a rage that my days of "elephant man" coincide with the reunion with Lynn and Steve, because I was not 100% myself ... but of course, had something in his head (literally). But there is not all. And is that the undersigned has been a tad travel last stage "pupae." It turns out that, after leaving the region de Los Lagos, we embarked on the only ferry that runs through the Patagonian channels, an uninhabited area and a wild beauty. Three days in a boat with no more to do than go out on deck (where the cold "breeze" patagonica you allow it) and admire landscapes that almost nobody has seen, breathing air that almost no one has breathed. More remote travel south in this way allows you to truly appreciate what has been lost until recently this time, and had not been the same if we had arrived by plane. To give you an idea, by day and a half through the channels, there is no choice but to leave 12 hours to the open sea, off the Gulf of Penas, a name well suited to judge by the size of the waves jarls! That night we put a Chilean movie after dinner, and I pulled the boat lurches from his chair, without exaggeration! =: -0 Just at that point begins a province called Last Hope ... preparing to leave, "ein?
Actually what awaited us Patagonia itself (to the Gulf of Penas not start), in our opinion the most spectacular areas of the world for what we had seen in Argentina to 10 years. And our special icing on the cake to complete this journey. To start we had planned 5 days of trekking in Torres del Paine, a spectacular mountain range that has, in my opinion, if not the most beautiful mountains (very subjective, but as always there are rankings) at least if the most original : The Horns of Paine. Towers that give name to the park are cool, but nothing like the horns I think ... Sabi and also loved. Both
who kept posing and asking us more and more pictures :-)
we promised We are very happy the first day after a great, smooth ride to the viewpoint of the Horns, before beating the small travel we had expected. But that night, and in the shelter, I decided I could not finish this year without having heard from my other joint with excessive wear (although the shoulder wins away). As so often, the most absurd accidents come from overconfidence, and after Lynn and Steve made the odd trip that had its difficulties (they were paths for climbers, and left untouched by the hair), the night before dinner I decide to leave to make one last picture ... I wear the boots and left me I buckle itself, but to go for the right the left loose ("total, are 10 meters to take some perspective ")... I leave the shelter looking at the mountain where the floor instead of y. .. Wham, my right ankle (Two strains prior to their backs) in the stair twists to almost kiss the ground =: -0 As the show of a sprained ankle does not get to the soles of the shoes of a shoulder out of place, was that " dress "the accident to poor Evita your pulse go up again more than 200, then I sat down because I was pretty bad that she saw me and came to see what happened, I tell him when and anger eats at me that has all the earmarks of assuming frustrated the dream of our days in those mountains, and to find out for sure try to stand and bear weight on the ankle. The next thing I remember is sitting back, wake up as a bad nap, and looking at me wide-eyed Eva while slapping me heartily. The time had been doing ever know, because she says a few seconds ... but it was enough to reach some kind of shelter Chilean help to see how she beat me. In short, do not blame her :-) The movie was completed with almost back to faint when they dragged me inside (me again to support the ankle, and the lash of pain seems to have been too pa 'I am sensible - /), but because they did not think that everything was crammed by the twist me to drink and eat it "reserves ought to be quietly." Lovely people, however, and his pep talk that helped somewhat during the early stages not to give too many turns in my misfortune. For as
painted, the next morning and could not put his foot in the boot of the swelling (although ice 4 hours away, which is holy hand), and no support. But at least he did not have much pain, so I self-diagnosed grade 1 sprain, that if at least a couple of days rest and then we would see. I remembered that Cañizares embarrassing accident with the bottle of cologne that he fell on his foot and prevented him from playing World Cup, especially as you feel stupid telling absurd misfortune to all who see you lying. But it could be much worse, it is clear, as I have happened to any shelter hours and at the mercy of a mountain rescue. Or even what happened to other hikers that morning, to which after traveling the globe to make this trek ... They had stolen the boots at the shelter! I just do not know how the story but ... or to the circuit in flip flops (they would not be the first, sure, but ... telita!), or play them back, often thanks! But anyway ... the fact is that, curiously, almost exactly at the opposite end of this journey, chronologically speaking (about 10 days have begun, instead of about 10 days to finish), met the best example to take setbacks with philosophy. Those of you with better memory will remember the Australians who speak in the first inning, that after haberles stole all their money and passports, trapped without power from South Africa and working out "Of estrangis" for dinner every day a can and a piece of bread, not kept any grudge against the country (in contrast, had given them the opportunity to meet people in very good heart that will echo a hand), and taking forward with an enviable mood. Although he had spent almost a year, I remember like it was yesterday (a symptom of what has happened fast, sniff :-(, so try to follow his example as best I could.
The funny thing is that this history of strained I actually have some good memories. The first that I "release" my relationship with Eva, was exactly the morning after our first "wrap" in the celebrations for the start of the Christmas break of 87, at the tender age of 16 years old. That morning, Christmas Eve day, I also trust pachanga mounting a basketball with my fellow racers, after our training session and all the running shoes (not the best protection for the ankle). The history is nice, when the late Eva called my house to be and my mother said it would not be telling the story of the sprain, the poor girl thought she was a milonga and already I had repented last night. Almost exactly 22 years later, while I slapped at the foot of the Horns of Paine, may wish that were true :-) But
finish counting our days in Patagonia. As we had already paid, rather to rest somewhere else we did in two shelters in Torres del Paine, and once I was able to walk at least three days, we escaped to Argentina for another meeting: the Perito Moreno glacier, which we visited exactly 10 years ago. One more of the many who have seen these days, and is that Patagonia is a land of glaciers, many languages \u200b\u200bof the giant South Patagonian Icefield , a frozen mass that has always seemed incredible that exists outside of the frozen continent . They were, in short, a quiet last few days while I was recovering slowly, to get back to doing a couple of days of mountain in El Chalten. Enjoying good Argentine beef and the latest sunset aware (again "Indirect", as reflected in the mountains and high clouds). And here as far south had to have patience to see them, because until 11 pm did not arrive! =: -0
What happens to us over the head
"Broken Dreams" I have included in the title. Sounds awful. And it is tremendously over-literary reasons alone :-) Because it was bad luck, as my ankle, as I told, could easily have been much worse, a real drama. And all was good I missed part of one of the corners of the globe that I wanted more, and little else. A broken dream, but just this once, I hope to return and complete, if all goes well.
For "trapped" within the four walls of the shelter the day after seeing marching one after another (including Eva, unsupportive :-) to all who were leaving to enjoy the spectacle of these mountains, we enter a downturn inevitable sales of only putting things in perspective. Something that, on the other hand, it is really easy. It does not take close (as in our case) from very poor memory, where survival is the only concern of the majority. Real tragedies that change people's lives forever exist everywhere and every day. Anecdotally, there are also those who enjoy recordandotelo, as a German gentleman apparently very concerned about me since the beginning, and I looked ankle and palparmelo approached as if he knew the subject. It turned out that his concern came from the story of a close friend, who after a similar accident support the weight forward too soon and broke the ligaments, with all that that entails (Surgery, screws, a year of rehabilitation), and largely prevented the rest of his life. Do I need to hear that story? As the man thought it better if: - /
But back to my reflection on the broken dreams, what happened to me over the head ankle height are such cases, not so much the people disadvantaged from birth, because for them their situation is more than assumed. Yes, hard as it sounds, I have already told several times it is clear that countries traveling humble poverty of spirit is not even remotely linked to material poverty. But what if misfortune occurs you? The first examples I came to the head, fairly close to my situation at that time, are lovers of exercise and outdoor enjoyment to which they abruptly ended that possibility. I even thought about sports betting it all on the asset of dedicated entirely to live it, and are truncated their illusion (sometimes when they are so near the goal) by a serious injury. I personally know several cases like this, from my own first steps in my younger years. That if they are broken dreams, is not it, taste the honey and the next moment, keep seeing it and smelling it but aware that it will not be for you ... witnessing even as others if they enjoy it because they can do that, even before a fateful moment (you pass in slow motion in your head again and again), you too you gave for granted.
But you can still take more perspective. As almost always, it is easy to find examples worse. An athlete who is always breaking for their shattered dreams, but the drama in the background is the result of a very ambitious goal that very few achieve. In other words, it's hard but less. With all this happening to me over the head I pass a hiker with the forearm amputee, and my thoughts immediately jump to another level and my mood makes me ashamed Bajon. Every day there are accidents leaving someone always limited, and even invalid. Death does not count: the end of the day, you can not "brag" on your own misfortune, which is what I am. Because what I question is how I would react to a passenger and not trivial mishap, but rather a serious and permanent disability? Honestly, I have no idea. I like to think, as Eva says, that after the initial trauma would be able to reshape my life and become one of those examples of overcoming that enjoy what they have left. But I have so clear, I do not think anyone can predict and react to the broken dream (with shift). That which, like the lottery, I kept hearing that he has "touched" to others, but never do you approach you can touch you.
In order to be the last entry still on Saturday, near the end of our dream come true (This year's trip to our ass in the world says they are 1 day 5 hours), like this reflection on you think broken dreams somewhat depressing. It is not. My conclusion is that Eva and I are lucky, MUCH, as evidenced by (among others) have had the opportunity to experience these wonderful 366 days. And just one reason for this trip is knowing we are fortunate, at least for the moment, and the "duty" (to say the least) to take advantage of our good fortune to stop while we can ... because you never know when the tables of life can turn around. One of the lessons This trip, therefore, was not new, because this philosophy of life and time to be implemented. But if we reaffirmed to continue in the same line. Cast a trembling, because you can imagine what that means :-)
But sooner or later, but ... CONTINUE
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