Language Reassignment Therapy

Lately I have been feeling like I was born to speak Spanish yet ended up in the
wrong country and thus speaking the wrong language. Somehow my heart feels
bigger in Spanish. Luckily I only have to learn a new language to fix the
accident of my birth, unlike someone born the wrong gender who has a much
larger problem to fix.

OK, maybe that comparison is a bit callous…. but there you have it.

I am on the border to Bolivia after spending the last week riding across the
Andean Plateau of Northern Argentina. Absolutely gorgeous. I had the wonderful
luck to fall in with a tour group for a day and do some of the best riding of
the trip in the open desert over dunes and through volcanic rock formations.
Not only was it great riding, but they were also truly womnderful people who
shared not only their food but their hearts with me. I feel like I have a much
better feeling for what it means to be Argentinian after riding, eating and
talking with them.

Seeing as I have been away from the internet for awhile and been unable to
update this blog, I have posted a few things directly to the website at
http://partialmemory.com rather than overload your inboxes with a huge email.
Head over there if you want to read more of my brainsplatter.

Hope things are well on your side of the equator.

Tery