Being born and raised in Toronto, I have always identified myself as a city person.  I love the constant movement, the buzz and the lights which make the evening glow as day, I love the accesibility and convenience and how everything can be at my fingertips.

But increasingly, I find I am being drawn to the outdoors and the remote places.  During our short stay in Coyhaique, Jon and I lived in a cabin just outside of the city and would take a taxi into work everyday.  Passing over a river, and seeing the details of the mountains nearby, there was never a day that we weren’t struck by its beauty.  By simply driving 5 minutes out, we could feel like we were the only people in the world. 

Life there is stripped down; of people, of stuff.  It’s not lively, but it is full of life.  The trees, hills and rocks are the inhabitants, and we are the guests.  Talk about being put in your place. 

The other day, we rented a pickup truck (the standard vehicle) and drove though the mountains, the landscape changing at every turn.  We stumbled upon a viewing site which seemed great, until we wandered off the road and was greeted with the most stunning panorama we had ever seen.  We just stood there with our mouths open.  And it was all free.  

I have no point to make in this blog.  Only to comment that we live in such a beautiful world.

pictures below 

- joyce