Aha!

Hello there! I am very glad to say that I am back and typing after the annoying injury-related hiatus. A night or two ago, I shed my very large, white, finger-sized bandage while ostensibly tossing and turning in the middle of the night. I woke up and it was gone. At first I thought it was a miracle (it was the middle of the night when I discovered its disappearance, all things are possible at that cognitive stage of awakening) then I thought one of my hostel mates thought it would be funny to take it off, but then I realized that that isn't funny at all but rather inhumane, so at that moment, I resigned myself to the miracle and went back to sleep. Only later that evening did I discover the bandage on the side of my bunk bed.

So... at the moment, I am sporting a nifty, very portable bandaid brand bandaid, which has since permitted me to do all sorts of things, like type, point at people, and twiddle my fingers in rhythmically accurate time (all very important tasks indeed).

So the past ten days have been quite eventful. I have traversed the massive Argentine land mass, greeting whales, penguins, cormorants, sea lions, and guanacos along the way. In addition to communing (or, at the very least, "ooh-ing," "aah -ing," and ogling) with the wildlife, I have been doing the hiking and (I dare to say it) outdoorsy thing these days (Scott, outdoorsy? Do those mix?). It is, however, a very Scott-is-still-wearing-sweaters-and-jeans-with-running-sneakers-while-hiking kind of deal. I am at present in the southermost city in the world, Ushuaia. It is rarely dark here. In fact, I haven't seen natural darkness yet while in this locale.

I do have many a story to tell, most particularly one of my more-kookified-than-I-could-ever-imagine thanksgiving extended evening into night into morning. Amalea left yesterday to do a volunteer program in Chile with sea otters and thus I was left to my own devices on Thanksgiving. I think I will need a bit of rest before I can fully describe the crazy, but it was quite the eve, quit the eve indeed.

Tomorrow, I fly to Santiago, Chile, officially beginning the Scott-flies-solo leg of the journey, taking me eastward by bus through northern Argentina on my way back to the apartment in Buenos Aires. I will be sure to elaborate on all things relevant. Until then, only good things to you all and belated Thanksgiving well wishes!