They were done but not finished

Plus a bit more, and after that, they came back. We are really quite different now. I grew two feet and Alex has three feet now. It makes for such a hard time shoe shopping. I only call people by their middle name and wear leotards exclusively.

The last few weeks held so much as we worked to cram as much as we could between the fingers of days. Groping for something to neatly encompass the lessons learned usually proves unsuccessful. Perspective comes after you close your eyes and cease to search.

Now for some photos.

While out wandering, we came upon this right before a mountain climb at sundown.















We were waiting for the bus in Mendoza and saw the Argentine Kevin Pape animating a story complete with appropriate hand and shoulder movements.












Alex stretches before a flurry of rockhurling. It is his favorite thing to do from high points apart from challenge Brittany to jump from impossible places... which leads to one of many of...












BP's broosez. She can't say no.

















Afternoon sun peeks through Las Heras Pass between Mendoza, Argentina and Osorno, Chile.























I prize my olfactory senses . My hair brings me great olfactory pleasure. According to APB, I do this often. I never noticed it.














"His handiness was endearing, but it was his penchant for wire walking won them over..."















Fresh raspberry juice tempts the Brits waiting semi-patiently for lunch in the garage-living quarters on the farm.













Goat in a pan.















Thus begins The Moustache Tour '08...

















Part 1 of MT'08 (between El Bolson, Argentina and Bariloche). In the background there is the very common sight of a man drinking mate on the bus.














Bariloche breakfast. Haven of natural foods, pristine lakes and splendid mountain trails. Obvious stopping point on MT'08.














MT'08 Puerto Montt, Chile.
















Soccer game in Santiago between local favorites Colo-Colo and U. Catolica. Everyone we told we were going told us the fans would be nuts; unfortunately, reality was more lukewarm.










We made some cute.















And noticed some pretty.














Rock and Roll show. I had volunteering responsibilities and arrived late. As I inaudibly screamed to the doormen to locate my seat, I just "didn't hear" what they told me and miraculously found myself backstage.













































On the anniversary of my first worldly encounter, we jumped from an airplane. Alex goes up in the single-engine Cessna with a 16 year old pilot.












Getting all cinched up.





















Later that day I ran in a 10K. There are no good pictures of it.

After nearly three months of travel in S. America, I am proud to report there were no stolen or lost articles of importance. Our guts and our gums are still healthy and our minds are even sharper.