I apparently have a thing about the last weekend of June. Last year, it was a long one, and my friend Caira was in Rio de Janeiro. She usually lives in New York City, which is just a tiny bit farther from Santiago than Rio is. So I hopped a flight that was totally worth it even for such a short time.
This year, it turned out that world-traveler Andi was going to be in Buenos Aires at the end of June. Buenos Aires again being closer to me than any part of the US, I immediately bought plane tickets. However since it wasn’t a long weekend, I could only go for two days, and the flight that made the most sense had me waking up at 4:30am. Ouch.
Until I realized it meant I’d get this view: a snowy Andes mountain sunrise. Winter and early mornings, two of my least favorite things, combined to produce a pretty magical wake-up call.
Goodbye to my plans of sleeping for the two hour flight – between those mountain sunrise colors and the thought of seeing a good friend in a fabulous city, I was too excited to sleep!