scalped by torres del paine

i encountered/realized many things during our six days trekking in torres del paine...

= thirty plus pounds of mochila can be incredibly heavy when you are trekking up and down mountains six hours a day
= dehydrated soups and rice don't really feed you, they fill you with sodium
= i can sweat out more water than i consume
= there are so so so many stars in the universe
= when a map says a trail will take you 3.5 hours, that means six hours
= glacier lakes form a color that exists nowhere else (mikey will remember this color)
= hot showers can save your life
= there are some interesting characters that come from all over the world to torres; we met czechs, holandeses, mexicans, koreans, franceses, germans, brits, aussies, canadians, brazilians, españoles, italianos, chinos, and lots of israelis
= palta/aguacate/avocado is the food of the gods
= the wind lives in torres del paine and every night she runs laps around the moutains to amuse herself and to toss the tents around a bit
= to climb a moutnain, you need a mantra to make your pobrecito feet keep moving
= my feet and the earth are one and same
= don't think you can defeat mud, you can't
= the mochila can be your savior and your doom
= there is no water more quenching than glacier water
= in physical endurance you can find fuerza and a calming sort of peace

this has been the most physically challenging week of my life. i never ever ever thought in my wildest dreams that i would be able to do the things i did. sivan and i are amazed at our own strength...and i never would have done it without sivan. i would have wussed out for sure. sixty kilometers in total we trekked, alongside some hardcore trekkers. sivan's mochila tossed her in a stream and yet kept her from getting hurt. my mochila chucked me into mud, and managed to scalp me on a rock...i stood up and a small chunk of hair fell from my head. scalped by torres del paine, yup that's me.

wide open. todo bien.