Whoa, writing will become an issue, I can tell. Jon and I have been adventuring non-stop. I’m having so much fun, I never want to put it on pause to write! When the plane from Santa Cruz landed into Buenos Aires, I gathered my luggage and ran into the nearest bathroom. I hadn’t showered in three days at this point, not because I’m gross — just because there was no time from Uyuni to the airport. In the bathroom, I gave myself what my grandmother lovingly taught me was a “whore bath.” With the sink water, I brushed the teeth, washed the face, pits, etc. I covered myself in make-up to hide the exhaustion and dirt. I doused myself in perfume. My favorite part was watching the locals watching me with confusion and disgust. Whatever. A
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