In the morning, I finally found myself face to face with the high altitude desert of Atacama, slowly crossing it, climbing and descending its slopes.
At first, the desert would not hesitate to demand all of my strength, to challenge me to keep going in spite of my lungs, my human limitations. And so I did… and eventually I settled in… gained Atacama’s respect.
It was then that the Chilean giant softened right before my eyes, while seducing me with its powers… enchanting me with the scarce native life that had blossomed after the unexpected passing visit of an autumn shower not too long earlier.
Immersed in the Desert’s raw, brutal immensity, just as we arrived at the ‘Valle de la Muerte’, it dawned on me just how alive I felt, present and connected, embedded into the untamed greatness that is nature… and I recognized that emotion. I was home…