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Bus to Buenos Aires: Into the Wild
The first thing I do on a long bus, train or plane ride is pop on my headphones and listen to the “Into the Wild” soundtrack by Eddie Vedder. All the way through.
The first thing I do on a long bus, train or plane ride is pop on my headphones and listen to the “Into the Wild” soundtrack by Eddie Vedder. All the way through.
Eddie Vedder - Hard Sun Lyrics: When I walk beside her i am the better man when I look to leave her I always stagger back again once I built an ivory tower so I could worship from above and when I climbed down to be set free she took
Fascinated by the foreign landscape...
Reflecting on what’s happened...
Imagining what may happen next...
Highly recommend this movie and album. It's based on a true story about a young man who rejects societal norms; donates all his money; burns his belongings and sets off to explore North America and truly live in the wild in Alaska.
This movie had a profound impact on me. Of course, the main character’s sense of adventure was appealing. But, what I appreciated more were the relationships he formed along his journey. Unfortunately, these relationships were fleeting. But, they were incredibly meaningful nonetheless.
I felt a special connection with several Córdobeans. Like Marcela, from the gas station who helped me with my Spanish. Fernando, at the local lavanderia. Giselle, at la panaderia. Santiago & Elvia at the kiosco next to my apartment. Sebastian, from Casa Criolla. Euge, an amazing woman who inspired me and showed me how hard-working Córdobeans live. And, Alemendra, the passionate Patagonian, who made me think deeper about myself.
Elvia, from the Kiosco; Marcela at the gas station; Giselle at la panaderia.
I wish I got snaps with all the magnificent people I met. But, I did not. And that's life. Memories will have to suffice. And, maybe I will see them again. But, the reality is, I may not.
And, that’s where music comes in. Music brings memories back to life. I will see my marvelous Córdobeans again when I close my eyes and listen to Into the Wild.