Arriving in Buenos Aires yesterday after a 22 hour bus ride was like someone starting to rock out my favorite song on a sexy navy Fender guitar, it was like hopping onto the back of a black 2005 Ducati ST3 motorbike with my hair out on a busy highway without a helmet. Buenos Aires is a labyrinth of streets, smog, horns, lights and thrills. When I reflect back on the past three weeks in Junin de los Andes, and especially our time in Bariloche, it can be described best as, unplugged. Bariloche was a deep breath of fresh greens, fresh water falls, cold air and familiar faces, I realized how much I love the mountains and how safe and at home I feel folded in between their valleys and peaks. Lindsay and I had so many
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