Christmas

Christmas was spent hauling butt back to Pucòn to make some calls home.  Joanna wasn't happy with me.  She says my actions don't match my words:  I said, "If you had ask me not to leave, I would've stayed in Seattle."

Mist and trees in the Patagonian Andes

Before I had left, she wanted me to change my plans so that I would come home earlier.  But she wouldn't tell me this, even though it would mean everything to her.  I didn't read her mind and, thus, incurred her wrath.  She said that if I cared about her and Eva that I wouldn't need to be told.  I suppose we both need to work on communication.  I need to read her better and she needs to help me do so.  Otherwise, it stews and festers and eventually blows up -- as it did yesterday over the phone while 5000 miles apart.

Today was our first rain day.  Good thing we're warm and dry at the hot springs.  Billed as a sort of hippie retreat with New Age aspirations, the Termas de Panqui is a truly wonderful place.  There are several hot pools and a river running through  the setting.  Housing is provided in either tipis, a small "hotel" (nine rustic rooms with private baths) or camping.  Highly recommended.

Tony and I did yoga this morning.  It's my first yoga class and it's in Spanish.  I was doing visual yoga, stealing glimpses to see what I was supposed to be doing, but the instructor would scold me for breaking form.  I wanted to explain that I don't understand enough Spanish to follow his explanations, but I don't know enough Spanish to do even that.  So I would peak every now and then to figure out what sort of knot I was supposed to be tying myself into and try not to get caught.

Looks like we'll be staying here an extra night.