The Magnificent Futaleufu!

I don't do mornings very well. I never have. Unfortunately, the Missoula Airport is, yet again, forcing me to wake up hours before the sun even thinks about shining in order to start on my day-long journey to Patagonia. I think perhaps this time an early morning will be worth it... My "international" vacation really begins at the L.A. airport where I embrace every language under the sun. It's here where I finally realize I'm going. This is it. No more wintertime for me--the south, and the Fu await me. I can now relax and wait for Lan Airlines flight to whisk me away to all of the beauty that awaits me.