In a plane full of people, crossing the equator with Flavia, my daughter Jasmine and her husband Bruce. Traveling from winter to summer. From my mom to Flavia's mom. From English to Spanish. In less than 24 hours.
Inside a / metal fuselage / waiting to land / preparing to press into the mix of people / pushing towards / immigration / reading small text on passports / yearning for the open air once again
Ten years since my first visit to Chile. And how many trips
And how many more to come?