by Vicki and Greg Lansen on Sat Mar 29, 2008 7:15 pm
At first, and during the trip ....The hard part seemed like getting here. Wrapping up loose ends, packing, traveling, deciding what to take, give away, leave. And then we pulled into Futaleufu, late at night on a Sunday, with a stupid dog, an overloaded pickup truck, and no reservations. The little things always seem monumental, but in retrospect, they were nothing. No big deal. You figure it out, settle in, get your wits about you, then you really find out what tribulations are ahead. The real culture shock sets in. The feelings of, "Oh my god, what were we thinking?!" is an annoying mantra you try to bat away in the waking hours of each morning like a nasty fly . This is the hardest time/times. Because some of the excitement has worn off - not because it isn't exciting, but because reality is pushing excitement right out the door.
Vicki