It’s so easy to lose yourself in the mountainous region of Patagonia, Argentina. Spending any amount of time in this breathtaking region of the world results in forgetting about the world back at home– the smog infested cities, the honking horns, or the stranger running into you in the mall without excusing themselves or at least acknowledging your presence. Maybe forgetting about those things isn’t the right word to use. Maybe they become more like a repressed memory, like something you desperately try to escape from. But that’s the beauty of Patagonia, you don’t have to try very hard at all.
Sixty miles away from the nearest city, from the nearest light polluting the night sky and robbing you of the millions of stars that would otherwise shine through the darkness like the nightlight mother nature meant for them to be. Sixty miles away from the nearest stranger who would otherwise give you the finger for driving only slightly over the speed limit, and from the boss at that nuisance we call work who likes to tell you to do this and do that just so he/she could leave the office early for the day. Sixty miles away from all that, and you know what you have to worry about? Nothing. It doesn’t matter if you sleep through your alarm clock because you won’t have to worry about having enough time to take a shower, eat breakfast, and still beat the rush-hour traffic just to make it to work on time. It doesn’t matter if it suddenly starts to rain because hey, you probably haven’t taken a shower in a couple of days anyway. Best of all, it doesn’t matter if you “accidentally” become slightly lost because you’re already carrying everything you need to physically survive and there are always new adventures waiting to be had just around the corner.
It’s easy to lose yourself in the mountains– but it’s even easier to find yourself and discover who you really are.