Post #25
Perito and I flew to Ushuaia, the largest city at the bottom of the world. We got a window seat with lovely views of the Andes.
I went farther south than anyone in my family had ever been. My grandfather had traveled around the world as a coal shoveler on the yacht Eleanor before the turn of the 19th century. He went around southern India, but never went around the Americas because he got off the boat in California.
My sister visited my niece in Bolivia a few years ago because my niece was working there for a year.
There I was, at the gateway to Antarctica, which was a 36-hour ship ride away. But that was not my destination.
I soon met up with my friend Adriana Bertola.
