-Carey Folbrecht
A long time ago, I mentioned a quote that was taped to the mirror of my room in Buenos Aires when I arrived. It said essentially, "Find a good travel companion before finding your route," and I can't think of a better moment to revisit it. I spent the past week on a trip to Mendoza, Argentina's wine country at the foot of the Andes, and Quintero, a small Chilean town outside of Valparaiso. When I drafted this post, I was in Mendoza, the second leg of the trip, with Carey, a close friend from my exchange program:
I had a moment of panic just now when I couldn't decide whether to return to the city a day early. Why that was even a consideration I'll explain later, but I'd like to begin by expressing my gratitude for the words of reassurance I received that confirmed the fortune on my mirror and one of my deeply help beliefs-that it is the people you spend time with that enrich your experiences and your life, so you should pick them wisely and hold onto them dearly-second only to my belief that we all end up alone and that's the only thing in this life that is constant. No one has ever talked me down so effectively from a state of distress: she was mature without being patronizing, she joked to extract me from my confusion, helped me help myself because I joked back. Thanks Momma Accs.
I want to start with the best parts, so here are some of the amazing things we did on our trip. After a long 24 hours of busing to the small Chilean town of Quintero (an acceptably long ride considering that we traversed the entire continent of South America), we arrived at our beach-side hostel, where we spent the next two nights. The evening of our arrival, we shared an immaculately prepared tradional Finnish meal (supervised by a native, executed by an Australian chef) with an ecclectic collection of international travelers. We slept deeply that night and woke up to a beautiful, misty morning, then had a fresh, simple but delicious breakfast that featured homemade apricot jam. That afternoon, we hitched a ride a few kilometers into town (a common and hostel-approved means of transport) and then returned to spend a few blissful hours on the beach. That evening, we went horseback riding with two other American girls studying abroad in Buenos Aires and coincidentally staying at our hostel.
Let me start by saying that we survived the ride and were not injured except for some sore legs. However, although the views were quite stunning, there were many terrifying moments when my horse would take off at a gallop unexpectedly. During slow-moving horse rides, I'm always secretly hoping my horse will pick up speed, but clinging onto my horse for dear life as we pounded over the sand dunes, I found myself longing for those tame rides. I finally noticed that my horse's sprints were provoked by the sudden movements of the other horses when we were on the last stretch of our ride, trotting along the beach at sunset, watching the stars emerge, the crests of the waves illuminated by moonlight and the fresh ocean air whipping our air about... and that night I had a dream that I was rescuing hostages on horseback (I was, at that point, a masterful rider), so overall it was an incredible experience.
Today in Mendoza we went on a full-day wine tour of our hostel's three favorite bodegas. At the second vineyard, we enjoyed a five-course meal, each dish paired with a different wine. It was a lovely day, but by the end, in the heat, with a sunburn from the beach still smarting and well on my way to San Juan, I was having great difficulty finishing the contents of my glass.
So we ended up heading home a day early for a number of reasons, but what pushed me to make the decision was only having one more pair of clean underwear and not enough cash to do laundry. In addition, we were still stuffering from the not negligible discomfort of our sunburns (I've learned my lesson!), which ruled out a number of activities, such as bikeriding and paragliding, which might involve painful friction against sensitive skin.
In many ways it was the typical travel experience: we met a lot of fellow travelers with far more ambitious journies planned than ours and saw a lot of beautiful things. I also experienced the typical travel ailments that seem drastic at the time, but are really just the result of not being careful with your body. I think I had the delusion that traveling grants you immortality, when really you are even more vulnerable to the things you'd typically be careful about. Altitude sickness, sun sickness, bug bites, nosebleeds, naseau, pure exhaustion and anxiety-just little (and sometimes big) annoyances that served to disillusion me of my misconceptions about my own immunities. It was good that I was with a friend who could both take care of me and make fun of my body's debility afterwards, because we always had to keep our spirits up for the next challenge.