I'm baaaaaaaack!

I arrived in Futaleufú last night after dark, expecting and dreading a cold, empty house where I had to figure out how to hook up the gas and start a fire.  Faced with my supreme incompetence, my complete and utter inability to do anything, I stewed in shame and self-contempt and nerves for the two-hour bus ride from Esquel to Futa.  But lo and behold, when I arrived the house was lit up from within like a happy jack-o-lantern and Eva, Juan Pablo, and Yohanna swarmed out to greet me and help me with my things.  O happy night!  We sat down to a delightful repast of chicken and, you guessed it, potatoes, and talked long into the night, or at least until I almost fainted from exhaustion at 9:30.  I plan to learn how to hook up the gas today.  

Photos from July and details of my wonderful vacation will come, in stages, over this fine weekend.  Chao!