We move in inches. All we really have is the step in front to front of us. But for how we see, well, we see a thousand miles ahead.

For me, that was having a glass of Red Wine in Chile. Why such an absurd goal, I don´t know. But as I sat at the street side cafe in Santiago sipping a glass of Camenére I felt a deep feeling of fulfillment. Having wanted to so long to do this, and having covered so many inches…

I doubt Red Wine had ever tasted better.

We are staying in a Victorian era house, with large winding oak staircases. After the desert trek and travel through Chile, I welcome the comfort.