“Not all those who wander are lost.”-J.R.R. Tolken
I’ve been wandering now for more than 7 years. As day three of our South American journey is coming to an end, the light of the snow-capped Andes andinto our window is being replaced by the yellow glow of the fire. It’sbecoming clear as I get older that my life’s journey has just begun. As timepasses, life has a way of mellowing you out. I think that’s why people get quieter as they age.
Traveling fast forwards maturity. I’m not saying I’m mature, I love being immature and having fun. But I’ve noticed that when I’m traveling I go through life-changing experiences every couple days. Staying in one place breeds a closed mind, a naïve nature, and a slow pace of maturity, at least for me. I’ve noticed that the times of growth in my life have involved massive amounts of moving around, touring and traveling. Likewise, my least productive times have been during months of staying put. This is exactly why I chose to make the 7,791 mile journey from L.A. to San Carlos deBariloche, in the Patagonia region of Argentina.
The Patagonia region of Argentina is one of the most harsh, frigid, remote climates in the world. Our village lies further south than the entire continent of Africa. Further south than Tasmania. Dubbed the “Switzerland of South America,” San Carlos de Bariloche is a quaint little town of less than 200,000 people known for its snowboarding. It’s a stopping point for budding boarders and touring professionals alike. For the rest of August and into September, I’ll be snowboarding, playing live performances, and of course, building the Greenhouse. Tomorrow we begin building. I’ll keep you posted. Blog three is coming, so stay put.
But not for long. Travel. Do it. Go.
-Marc
- Buen dia, this is the view from our kitchen at the SASS compound in Barlioche!
