The morning fog clears, revealing blue skies and hour before we boarded our bus to Argentina.
Will's contribution:
It has always been a great regret of mine that I missed the golden age of travel hospitality. In my mind, a time when travelers were rare enough to elicit special treatment -- Invitations to a home, lavish feasts, plentiful libations, and most importantly a warm feeling of welcome. A traveler these days though, is in some parts of the world more plentiful than the stray dog and receives only slightly better treatment. Yet in our brief interludes of being hosted by others, the Frickes, the Franklins, I had an occasion to think that Marco Polo, Darwin, or Munchausen could hardly have received better treatment. To our splendid hosts, my thanks.
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