Wednesday August 17

BLOG EXTRAORDINAIRE !!

Blog for Mike Fisher (who I have never seen fish.)


Today had a teary start as we had to leave Salta. Sad isn’t really the word as the air was so thick our tears could barely find room to leave our eyes (though in the spirit of sadness they somehow found a way). Though e-mail’s and addresses were exchanged to ensure contact and friendships were not lost, we were still losing something though nobody really knew what. A power of some sort, the kind nobody fears and nobody can experience second hand. Maybe it was dreaming, maybe it was possibility, or maybe it was just importance. I don’t think any of us really knows. Whatever it was we will find it again and share it, because it would be too hard to forget.


Tearful goodbye in Salta; NSYC and Billet
Families around the Guemes Monument






We then had an eight hour bus ride which proved enjoyable (though others who aren’t in love with bus rides might have chosen another adjective). The adults rushed to the first class seats while we settled comfortably upstairs to watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith, The Pacified and Legally Blonde, while many of us slept.

When we arrived at the hotel, we settled and walked around in groups of six. After some brief shopping spurts we returned to the hotel for supper, had a brief meeting and proceeded to shower, and finally to sleep.

Meaghan Aylward.