The Mountain Woman Within

Tango, I knew I recognized that mountain landscape when I saw this picture. I too spent months traveling in Patagonia (my mother is Chilean). I also fell in love with El Bolson. There I fell in with a large group of street artisans and spent the next month traveling with them, scavenging with them, and working the markets with them. In particular, there was this one guy that similarly adopted me the way it sounded like you were adopted in your story. I shared his tent with him. He was from Mendoza, Argentina. I learned a lot about how tough I could be and how little of material things I actually needed. I always knew I could survive anywhere, but this trip proved it. Thanks for the chance to relive my own memories.