As we head North this week from our beginnings in deepest darkest (well not really, see below) Patagonia I had expected many things. A change in landscape, it to become warmer and there to be more people. One thing that seems obvious now, but I had grown so accustomed to it that I did not predict it, is the light.
Where had the days gone? Evenings were dark before 10 pm. And this morning as we pulled into Santiago at nearly 7 am I was convinced it was the middle of the night. This change would impact how we spent our days and, unexpectedly, I am sad to leave the long pale Patagonian days behind.