I woke up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and walked out onto the balcony. Scratching the scruff on my cheek, I took a hearty sigh. Today was the day: the day I would shave off La Barba de La Patagonia. I had mixed feelings about removing my beard; I had grown a tad attached to it. But I was entering a new phase of my trip and I felt that it was time for a change. As the intense morning sun of Buenos Aires revived my senses, I reflected back on the month that I had just spent in Patagonia.
Beards of Patagonia
I woke up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and walked out onto the balcony. Scratching the scruff on my cheek, I took a hearty sigh. Today was the day: the day I would shave off La Barba de La Patagonia. I had mixed feelings about removing my beard; I had grown a tad attached to it. But I was entering a new phase of my trip and I felt that it was time for a change. As the intense morning sun of Buenos Aires revived my senses, I reflected back on the month that I had just spent in Patagonia.
