“Winds of the Andes”

“Winds of the Andes”

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“Winds of the Andes”

Hey Marco,

You won’t believe where I’m writing this from — a bench made of driftwood in a fishing village on the coast of Chile. The Pacific is so loud here it drowns out your thoughts. And maybe that’s a good thing.

I started this leg of the trip hitchhiking from Mendoza. First ride was a fruit truck, second was a guy with three goats in the back of a van. I’ve been fed, rained on, offered wine at 10am, and taught to whistle like a condor.

Crossing the Andes felt like stepping between pages of an old myth — snow, silence, and a sky so wide it made you feel like a thought in someone else's mind. But then came the laughter — the locals, the music, that ever-present fire in the eyes of people who have less, but live more.

I’ve stopped planning. I ask, I follow, I thank. It’s working.

Found a tiny digital community last night — half travelers, half dreamers. People sharing where they are, what they see, what they carry. It felt warm, like a fire you don’t have to be near to feel.

Anyway, I’ll stay here for a day or two. Then head north. Maybe Bolivia. Maybe not.

See you when the road allows.

— Cam

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