I gave myself the goal of writing a blog post tonight and then completely forgot. But here I am! It's December 3rd, 2023, 10:43pm, dear reader. I'm in Esquel, Argentina, at a placed called Hosteria Las Cachi, run by a lovely couple probably in their 40's. I came for no great reason other than a friend had told me it was cool and I hadn't been here before. The goal was to stay three nights. Tonight is night four. I've met my goal. Setting goals and meeting them makes me feel powerful. Moving toward a goal makes me feel like I have purpose. Like the goal I'm moving toward right now, fasting for 36 hours. I've been fasting for 25, and basically just need to go to bed, wake up, and then I can have breakfast at 9:45am. The plan is to only have eggs and mate for breakfast, and then the rest of the day no grains/junk food. So for lunch -- well, lets be real, I'll probably have two lunches -- it'll be that chorizo ahumado con papas españolas at PilPil, and then food from a grocery store or ideally just a similar dish at a different restaurant. I can't have beer, only wine. God I hope to god Mijal is at the climbing gym tomorrow. Pretty much the only reason I'm going. I've felt a bit desperate with that whole thing.
Oh, you know what I should do? I should just get an early lunch at PilPil, chill for a bit, and then order a second lunch. I mean, shit, they're open from 9am to 1130pm. But also I need to go by the aduana tomorrow and also possibly rent a car and drive to Piedra Parada or Los Alerces.
As far as getting home from Argentina, I just need to make a decision. Checking flights every day and waffling back and forth between Santiago and Buenos Aires doesn't feel good. Am I flying from Esquel to BA? Taking a bus to Bariloche and then to Puerto Varas? I need give myself a timeline for making the decision.
I'm excited to get home to Washington. Not excited to chill on the boat, but hopefully I can mostly avoid that. Hopefully I can get an apartment in Leavenworth. It's daunting and overwhelming moving to a new place. What if I'm super lonely? What if I have no community? But I've made the decision, set the goal, and it feels good to move toward it, to know I'm getting off the boat. Moving toward the goal of Leavenworth feels like moving forward.
Mijal, que diablos paso?
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