On the Road to Patagonia...

Nothing like a race through a handful of airports to remind you of how small one is in a world of so many. Here I sit, three flights down, an over-priced microwaved panini in one hand and my first cervesa in South America shining like an oasis in a desert of endless layovers, tacky carpets, uncomfortable leather seats and guys toting drug sniffing dogs that make me nervous although the only dirt on me right now is already coursing through my veins and on its way out of my system.
Yet despite being expectedly hungry, tired and unable to stop speaking French to Mexicans, I can't help but feel excited about being on my way to Chile!