Thursday, August 14, 2014

I'm Bilbo Baggins, nice to meet you!

There are days (like today) when I feel like I should change my name to Bilbo. Yes. Bilbo Baggins, who was so reluctant to change, so reluctant to go on adventures.

If you've been following this dusty blog, you're probably wondering when Michael and I will go on our South American expedition. We now have a date: 08/22/2014. 

The plan is to leave on the 22nd at night, catch the bus, and get to Chuí (that's on the border with Uruguay) on the next day, early in the morning. We'll cross the border (the city's name then becomes Chuy), and catch a bus in Uruguay headed to Punta del Diablo, a beach town where we've been before, a place where I truly learned to admire and yearn for the ocean.

We'll spend a day in Punta del Diablo, and head to Cabo Polonio the next day. Cabo Polonio is another beach town in Uruguay, but this one is rather unique, and I'll write more about it in the future, but let me just say one or two quick things about it: 1) NO electricity, 2) We have to cross the dunes to get to it.

We want to spend a night in Cabo Polonio, because as big city kids we're both curious to know what the sky truly looks like when there are no lights keeping us from seeing the stars. I wish I could bring a telescope with me, but I can only bring a backpack, so...

After Cabo Polonio, we're taking the bus to Montevideo. In Montevideo, we'll take a ferry to Buenos Aires, Argentina. In Buenos Aires, we'll catch a bus that will take us to Mendoza (it's a brutal, long journey, and I'm not really looking forward to it, but the bus is supposed to have these amazing seats that recline 180 degrees and become beds, so that's good).

We're going to stay about three days in Mendoza, exploring the city and adventuring near the Andes. We'll then fly from Mendoza to Santiago, Chile, and we'll spend a day there. In Santiago, we catch a plane back to Brazil, where we'll spend a day in São Paulo. Now, from São Paulo, I fly back to Porto Alegre, where we live, and Michael will fly to Wisconsin to see his parents. He'll be back with me a week after that.

The whole adventure will last precisely two weeks. I haven't traveled for that long, at least not recently, and I must confess I'm worried. No, I'm more than worried. I'm scared. My Spanish is horrible, but I speak Portuguese and English, and I'm hoping I'll be able to find a way to communicate. I'm bringing a dictionary along, too.

Well, although he was reluctant, Bilbo did enjoy his adventures in the end, didn't he? I can't stay hiding in my Hobbit hole forever, right?

*sings* Far over the misty mountains cold. . .   


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