Near Rio Mayo, Argentina
he Bus Ride Dawn. I´m awakened by the shake and rattle of the bus for what must be the 20th time. I realize that we´ve been driving on a dirt road for the past 100 miles. I pull back the curtain and peek out the window to see a cresent moon floating above the orange and pink horizon in the pre-dawn light. I can see for miles in every direction across the barren pampas with no trees or buildings obscuring the view. I try to take it all in befo...