From Water in the Sky to Water on the Ground

Our bike ride ended Sunday after several hours of riding in the rain. When we stopped for hot chocolate at a swanky restaurant along the road the waiter came outside to the patio so we didn't have to go inside. My bet is he didn't want two wet, gross looking guys sitting down inside. But at least we were dry on the patio and the hot chocolate was good!

We spent one last night in Chile before catching a bus to Bariloche, Argentina. Now we are situated in a hostel located on the tenth floor of an apartment building. The reason? The windows give an unobstructed view of the lake and Andes Mountains. From our windows we can see people swimming below us and snow-capped mountains across the lake. The swimming is not for us, however, since the water is frigid. We already went swimming in frigid water in Chile for Jim's birthday. It was the first time he had gone swimming outside on his birthday. Or worn shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt. We are scoring life changing moments on this trip.

Jim sent me out today to shop for dinner while he went to buy the bus tickets. With the intention of making stir-fry, I bought pasta. But my true Italian instinct kicked in and instead of being satisfied with one pack, I bought two. Only after I had paid the bill did I realize there were only two of us to feed. Now I think I am finally beginning to understand how my mother feels when she cooks for us.