The Idea
27/10/07 23:26 Filed in: segunda vida
The idea...
popped up while I was visiting old acquaintances.
Claudia and Gustavo had invited me to come down to San Martin de los Andes after our MWP (Mountain Wave Project) Expedition to Mendoza and the Aconcagua region in the fall of 2006 had ended (look for some english pages in my blog there).
Eight years ago our MWP team had stayed with them during our first ground (or "wave"..?) breaking expedition to the Argentinian Andes.
So one Friday evening about a year ago I boarded the overnight coach and rode it down south to northern Patagonia.
The spring sunshine, the scent of fresh blossoms, the cafecito in a chocolateria, after the intense weeks in Mendoza it was the laid back between-the-seasons atmosphere in San Martin, which helped me wind down in a hurry. A clear sky, wide open spaces and vistas invited eyes - and mind - to roam freely.
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During a chat with Claudia and her friends over one more cafe cortado, my thoughts suddenly latched onto an interesting question: how about spending a longer period of time here, at the shores of beautiful Lago Lacar? life is cheaper than back home, the scenery much more spectacular, the sky, well, much more alive. That much was obvious. But there was more: I couldn't get rid of the feeling that life here seemed to be more dynamic, offering more options. I smelled pioneer spirit, became intrigued.
A wild brainstorm kept me awake most of the following night. And the next day I saw my castle in the air, a house, in which I would have loved to live. Dios mio!
- - - 
20 hours later I started the 50hr trek back to Switzerland. How long would
this seductive idea, to spent one year, two, or more in San Martin, survive in the daily routine and comfort of my life in Brugg?
popped up while I was visiting old acquaintances.
Claudia and Gustavo had invited me to come down to San Martin de los Andes after our MWP (Mountain Wave Project) Expedition to Mendoza and the Aconcagua region in the fall of 2006 had ended (look for some english pages in my blog there).
Eight years ago our MWP team had stayed with them during our first ground (or "wave"..?) breaking expedition to the Argentinian Andes.
So one Friday evening about a year ago I boarded the overnight coach and rode it down south to northern Patagonia.
The spring sunshine, the scent of fresh blossoms, the cafecito in a chocolateria, after the intense weeks in Mendoza it was the laid back between-the-seasons atmosphere in San Martin, which helped me wind down in a hurry. A clear sky, wide open spaces and vistas invited eyes - and mind - to roam freely.
- - -
During a chat with Claudia and her friends over one more cafe cortado, my thoughts suddenly latched onto an interesting question: how about spending a longer period of time here, at the shores of beautiful Lago Lacar? life is cheaper than back home, the scenery much more spectacular, the sky, well, much more alive. That much was obvious. But there was more: I couldn't get rid of the feeling that life here seemed to be more dynamic, offering more options. I smelled pioneer spirit, became intrigued.
A wild brainstorm kept me awake most of the following night. And the next day I saw my castle in the air, a house, in which I would have loved to live. Dios mio!
- - -
20 hours later I started the 50hr trek back to Switzerland. How long would
this seductive idea, to spent one year, two, or more in San Martin, survive in the daily routine and comfort of my life in Brugg?
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